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Black Blood
Chapter Number/Total: 19/44
Chapter Title: Black Blood
Words: 4165 Words
Draco lay on the bed, shuddering and trying to get control of himself.
Harry entered into the room and snapped the door shut. He looked at the blond on the bed. "Draco?" he asked.
Draco's eyes were closed and his hands fisted next to him on the bed. "Yes?" he whispered.
"Erm, are you all right?" Harry asked, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
Draco huffed, and opened his eyes, looking up at Harry. "I suppose if you count getting a raging hard-on when I am embarrassed all right, then yes." He rolled his eyes.
"You do?" asked Harry, but he looked down at Draco's crotch and it was answered for him.
"Oh, yes," Draco said. "That is another thing you never seemed to understand. I don't know how many times you got me like this over the years."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I never noticed," he said. "Damn, I'm not even that good looking!"
Draco snorted again. He lay there trying to calm down and realising that, with Harry watching him, it was not a likely prospect.
Harry watched Draco trying to get a grip on himself. "Want me to leave or something?" he asked.
"Or something." Draco smirked.
Harry snorted and smirked as well. "I thought you might say something like that," he said. "So what'll it be? You want me to fuck you, you to fuck me, hand job, blow job, rim job, or do you just want to hump each other?" he snorted again. "Anything I'm missing?"
Draco moaned, arching on the bed, feeling like he could come just hearing Harry talk like that.
Harry's smirk grew. "Or do you just want me to talk to you?" he said. "Of course, that can be combined with one of the others - except if you want me to suck your cock or eat you out, because my mouth would be sort of busy then." Harry flushed with pleasure now.
"You are an evil, twisted, fucking beautiful pervert," Draco gasped.
Harry grinned wickedly. "You still haven't told me what you want, love," he said in a sort of singsong voice. "You did win that bet after all." He trailed one finger up Draco's clothed stomach.
"I think I will save my prize for another time," Draco said, but jumped as Harry touched him. "As for now," he gasped, "I am very much enjoying your hand on me."
Harry chuckled. "I can see that," he said trailing the finger again. "You want me to pick what I do to you?"
"Yes," Draco hissed, arching again, his trousers painfully tight.
"Hmmmmm," Harry said. "So many possibilities. I love your cock in my mouth, but I love it in my arse, too. Then there's the fact that I could fuck your tight hole, which is always very enjoyable with cock or tongue ... hmmm, decisions, decisions," he said listing everything again to watch Draco's face.
"Potter!" Draco warned. "I am going to come in my pants it you keep that up. And that is not what I want!"
Harry grinned again and got over top of Draco on hands and knees. "I think I'd like to suck you off. It's been a while and I miss the taste," he said and then he brought his face down to lick down Draco's jaw and neck.
"Oh, please, yes," Draco gasped, arching his hips up as he did so.
Harry smirked. Draco had been right before. Harry was turned on by and loved the fact that he was the only person in the world who could do this to Draco, the only person. He couldn't help but feel that way. He moved slowly down Draco's body a bit, unbuttoning as he went along.
Gasping and holding on to the bed, Draco watched as Harry undressed him. The look on Harry's face was predatory and it was amazingly beautiful to see.
Harry left Draco's shirt on him, but it was open and revealed everything Harry was concerned about for the moment. He moved on to Draco trousers and then yanked them down to his knees.
Draco hissed as the fabric caught on his cock. He lay there like the prey to the lion and the image made him moan.
Harry sucked on Draco's nipple and brought his hand down to grasp Draco's cock. He looked up at him, nipple between his teeth. "This nipple is mine," he growled. "Your cock is mine." He pulled on it a bit. "Your skin is mine, your hair is mine, your arse is mine, every part of you is mine and no one else's. And no one better ever try to come near you."
Draco laughed and writhed under those sharp teeth and strong touches. "Yes, yours, all yours," he agreed in hushed tones.
Harry grinned, his eyes narrowed, and licked and sucked his way down Draco's body, finally coming to rest between his legs. "Whose are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and facing Draco's cock towards his mouth.
"Yours," Draco said, lifting his hips toward Harry's face. "Please," he begged.
Harry licked his lips and then used that tongue to lick a wet trail up the side of Draco's length and then swirled it around the head.
Draco was trembling again, Harry's tongue driving him insane. He wanted more but he loved what he was doing.
Harry continued to lick and kiss along Draco's erection, loving the feel and the taste and the smell. "You're so fucking hot," Harry said, breathing hotly over Draco's cock as he did.
"Oh, please, suck me, please," Draco begged, the teasing being almost more than he could take any longer.
Harry delivered one last, slow lick to the head of Draco's cock, sucking up the moisture there. He finally lowered his mouth over it and grinned around it as he looked up at Draco.
"Ahhh," Draco groaned, happy to have that wet heat surrounding him. He began to thrash his head, trying to hold his hips still.
Harry gripped Draco's hips with one hand and used the other at the base of Draco's cock. He began with light, teasing sucks, working his way up to more powerful sucking while bobbing his head a bit.
"Harry, yes," Draco encouraged, reaching his hand out to entwine fingers in his lover's thick hair.
Harry let his eyes fall closed and moaned. He hadn't managed to deep throat yet and the last time he had tried, he'd gagged rather embarrassingly and he hadn't tried again, so he stuck to sucking as hard as he could and using his hand to make up for everything Draco was missing. Draco never complained, so Harry figured he wasn't too bad.
Draco loved the feel of Harry's mouth on him, but he wanted more. "Harry, use fingers," he gasped, "inside me."
Harry moaned again and opened his eyes. He took his mouth away from Draco's erection for a few seconds to suck on his own fingers, but then he was back at it quickly and rubbing his now slick digits against Draco's entrance.
"Ahh, yes," Draco gasped, "please, yes." He spread his legs wide and lifted his hips.
Harry smirked and then pushed his fingers inside, moving them slowly. He moaned and looked up at Draco's face again. He was so gorgeous and needy looking and Harry's cock hardened further with the thought that Draco did need him; he didn't just look like he did.
"Yes, yes," Draco was chanting now. He knew he wouldn't last long now, but he loved this, loved every second of Harry touching him.
Harry knew the sounds Draco made when he was close, knew the body movements. He bent his fingers and pressed them to Draco's prostate, sucking upwards on his cock as he did.
Draco moaned, shuddering as the pressure inside him grew. "More, yes," he gasped.
Harry rubbed that spot inside of Draco and bobbed his head, sucking and sucking, his cheeks hollowed out. He used his free hand to pump the bit of Draco's cock he couldn't reach and his mouth watered as he waited for the glorious moment when Draco would fill it up.
Draco came with a shout, thrusting into Harry's mouth and clenching around his fingers.
Harry gagged a bit as Draco thrust up into his mouth, but he let go of his cock and grabbed Draco's hip to keep him in place as he sucked him still, swallowing all of Draco's come down and moaning as he did. He continued moving his fingers inside him, not really wanting it to be over yet.
Draco's fingers twisted in Harry's hair as she shuddered and gasped. "Oh, Gods," he gasped again and finally pulled at Harry's hair to get him to stop.
Harry gave Draco's cock one final lick before stopping and withdrawing his fingers. He licked his lips and stared down at Draco, smirking and watching him pant.
Draco looked up with hooded eyes at his lover. Harry was licking his lips and still had the look of a predator who had just had a tasty meal. Damn, but he was hot.
Harry crawled back into the position of being on his hands and knees over Draco and bent down to give him an open-mouthed kiss, still smirking.
Draco lay there allowing Harry to kiss him and tasting himself in Harry's mouth.
Harry sighed through his nose and then pulled away. "Good?" he asked, even though he didn't need to.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Not bad," he smirked.
Harry chuckled and then kissed Draco again. "Sorry that Fred and George were teasing," he said after a few moments. "They'll probably do it for a while."
Draco nodded, leaning back up on his elbows. "I'll survive," he said. "Especially with you to help me with my problem."
Harry smiled. "Anytime, babe," he said jokingly, looking at Draco over the top of his glasses.
***
Draco snapped his book shut and closed his eyes. "I need to get into that house to look for myself," he said. The wedding had been three days ago now and he had joined the trio for their strategy discussions.
Hermione looked up at Draco. "Well, have you told Harry what you told me, yet?" she asked.
Harry looked up. "Told me what?" he asked.
"No. With the wedding and after," Draco grinned, "we hadn't really had a chance to talk." He turned to Harry who sat beside him on the couch. He picked up the book he had told Granger about and read the same passage.
Harry nodded as Draco read. "Do you really think that would work?" he asked after Draco was finished explaining.
"Well, it sounds like a good plan to me and it's the only one we've got," said Hermione.
"It does present some risk," Draco said carefully. "But I am pretty sure it will work."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Risk?" he asked. "What sort of risk?"
"Well, if the house wards didn't accept me," he said, "there could be some problems. But I am confident that won't be an issue."
Harry sighed and nodded. "It's worth a shot," he said, "and I really do need your help. I've been having to sneak away from the other Order members to try and look through books, and it isn't long before I'm missed; I don't really know what to look for, anyway."
"Okay, tomorrow then," Draco said and sighed. It felt good to be moving forward. To be doing something.
"Good," said Ron. "I'm getting sick of having to watch out for others trying to see what we're doing. With Draco there, he can just look while we stay in meetings."
"And I can help him when everyone else leaves," said Harry. "I think we'll move in there if we can get him in. What do think, Draco?"
Draco frowned. "Why wouldn't I attend meetings?"
"Well, you could," said Harry slowly. "It's just, Horcruxes are more important, and I have to be at the meetings and Ron wouldn't be any help to you with research. I won't have time to look through books and you could get a lot done."
"I'll be there to help, Draco," said Hermione. "Harry and Ron can tell us what went on in the meetings later on. There won't be Order members there every day, anyway."
Draco shrugged but didn't reply. He picked up the book he had read from again. "So you will need to use a spell to make me unconscious and then carry me into the house," he said. "But I am trying to think if there is a way to better insure it works."
Harry shrugged. "Don't look at me," he said. "I have no idea."
Draco stared at the book, frowning. "Something I am missing here," he said, thinking aloud.
Hermione perked up. "Anything I can help with?" she asked as Harry and Ron stared dumbly at Draco.
"Blood kin," he said distractedly. "Harry, call Kreacher here."
Harry nodded. "Kreacher?" he said aloud. A minute passed and the elf appeared.
"Yes, Master?" said Kreacher and then he looked around and seemed horrified to be where he was, but Harry ignored that. He looked to Draco, not knowing what he wanted the elf for.
Draco faced the elf, speaking to him. "Who am I?"
Kreacher looked at Draco strangely, obviously wary of answering incorrectly. "The Malfoy boy?" he said, eyes wide.
"My name," he said curtly.
Kreacher gulped. "Draco Malfoy?" he said.
"Yes, and am I a Black?" he asked.
Kreacher nodded quickly. "Draco Malfoy is on the Black family tree. Kreacher knows all Blacks," he said, sounding pleased.
"Good," Draco said approvingly. "You are bound by blood to serve the family Black?"
Kreacher nodded. "And the Black house," he said. "Even if nasty half-bloods owns it," he muttered.
"Can you feel the magic that binds you to him?" Draco asked.
Kreacher nodded slowly, looking at Draco strangely again.
"And what does that binding tell you about me?" he asked.
"The Malfoy boy and Kreacher's Master are linked and bound," he said, looking between Harry and Draco.
"Does that make me his blood kin or not?" Draco asked, finally in an area where he was unsure of the answer.
Kreacher looked between them a few more times. "Yes ..." he said slowly. "In some way ...."
"Good," Draco said. "So you and I are both bound in blood and magic to Harry Potter. Do you understand that?"
Kreacher looked confused as to why Draco was asking him all these questions, but he nodded.
"You betrayed your last owner, who was a Black," Draco said.
Kreacher's eyes widened and he looked like he wanted to protest, but he didn't - at least he didn't think he did. "Kreacher wonders why the Malfoy boy is saying that. Kreacher was only doing what Master asked ...."
"Only is a lie, elf," Draco snapped. "And it isn't your place to approve or disapprove of your master. You are bound, you do not choose."
Kreacher swallowed and nodded, his old ears flapping. He looked afraid of Draco. "Kreacher doesn't know why the Malfoy boy is liking blood traitors and half-bloods," he muttered, scared.
"Kreacher should not care at all about those things," Draco said. "You should only care about serving your master completely."
Kreacher stared at Draco and didn't mutter anything else.
Hermione gave a disapproving sniff, but also didn't say anything.
"I am a pure-blood and I serve him proudly," Draco said in a haughty voice. "You would do well to learn from that."
Harry raised his eyebrows and Kreacher looked to him. "Erm, is that all you wanted with him, Draco?" he asked.
Draco nodded and rested back against the sofa.
"Go back to Hogwarts, Kreacher," Harry said, and Kreacher quickly Disapparated.
"I hardly want Kreacher to learn from the way you serve me," Harry said, amused.
"Blegh," said Ron.
Hermione sniffed again.
"Harry." Draco sighed. "He needs a strong hand or he is dangerous."
Harry sighed. "I know," he said.
"He's just old," Hermione said quietly, staring at her fingernails.
"No, he is insane," Draco snapped. "And he needs to know what is expected of him."
Hermione glared. "Don't you snap at me!" she said. "House-elves are treated wrongly all over the wizarding world! If they were all freed, we wouldn't have any problems with them in the first place!"
Harry sighed and covered his face with his hand.
"And here comes the reappearance of S.P.E.W.," said Ron.
"Are you going to free me too, Granger?" Draco drawled, eyes hard.
"That is completely different and you know it!" Hermione said shrilly.
"Oh, come on," said Harry from behind his hand.
"What if an elf doesn't want to be freed?" Draco asked. "How is that different?"
"You were not born into it! Harry doesn't treat you badly! He treats you like a king! You aren't a house-elf! House-elves are brainwashed and never know any different!"
Ron shook his head. "There really isn't any point, Malfoy," he said.
Draco drew himself up, looking like his old self in that moment but sad at the same time. "Granger, I was born to my life. I did not choose it," he said. "And it had no less restrictions in its own way than any house-elf. How a house-elf is treated is not the same issue as whether or not they should be cut from their bonds. If you want them to have a choice, that is not the same thing as forcing them to make the choice you want."
Hermione sat up straight too. "That does not dismiss that they are brainwashed to want to serve families that treat them horribly, like yours did with Dobby!"
"Oh, come on!" Harry said again only louder this time. "This is just going to go on forever!"
Draco frowned at Harry. "You said that already. Are you telling me to keep silent?"
Harry sighed. "I'm telling you both that it's pointless to argue about this. Hermione, you're not going to change what Draco thinks, and Draco, you'll never change what Hermione thinks."
"Oh, what's that supposed to mean, Harry?" asked Hermione angrily.
Harry sighed again and shook his head.
"I actually believe that Hermione’s ideas have some merit and that she deserves to hear a different perspective," Draco said. "She doesn't have to agree with me to hear my opinion or vice versa."
Harry rubbed his forehead. "Whatever," he said, "but house-elves are not important right now. You can both discuss them some other time if you want to."
"Yeah, preferably when Harry and I aren't here," muttered Ron.
Draco frowned at the two of them. He began to pack up the books that they had been going through.
Harry stood up to help.
"You're both gits," said Hermione. "At least Draco can have an intelligent conversation."
Ron looked at her, eyes wide. "You were just yelling at him!" he said.
Hermione ignored him and began gathering up her notes.
Draco nodded respectfully at Hermione. He finished picking up his things and headed up the stairs without saying anything to the other two.
Harry smiled sarcastically at Hermione. "Wonderful," he said before going up after Draco.
Ron looked at Hermione and shrugged.
She rolled her eyes at him and marched off to the kitchen.
Draco went to their room and stowed his books away. He then sat down on the bed and waited for Harry.
Harry entered the room slowly, not sure if Draco was aggravated or not.
Draco sat with his hands in his lap.
Harry cleared his throat. "Uhh ... are you ... mad at me or anything?" he asked.
Draco was wondering about that too. "It's not an unimportant question if it gets someone you love killed," he said quietly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Who's going to be killed?" he asked.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't want to be cruel but it had to be said. "Sirius mismanaged that elf and it got him killed," he said.
Harry frowned deeply. "Don't start with that, please," he said. It only reminded him of how angry he'd been when Dumbledore had said basically the same thing, and thinking of Dumbledore was painful, too.
"When can I start with that? After more people die?" Draco realised he was angry after all. "You misunderstand or misjudge wizarding ways and it can get you killed, as it did him. And if you die, everyone loses. Do you understand that? You say I am good with these things, but then you dismiss them as unimportant."
Harry glared. "I didn't dismiss what you said! I only didn't want you and Hermione to argue. I've heard enough about fucking house-elves to last me a lifetime! Don't bring my godfather into this. I know what happened to him, but he had reasons for doing what he did and thinking the way he thought and I don't blame him one bit!"
Draco's mouth tightened into a thin line and he huffed through his nose, bringing his arms across his chest. He sat glaring at the wall in front of him, refusing to look at Harry.
"If you don't want to look at me, fine. I'll go down and sit with Ron," Harry said, crossing his arms, too.
Draco sat silent, breathing heavily through his nose, his jaw clenched and his face flushed.
Harry glared and shrugged, turning around and walking right back out the door and closing it behind him.
Draco lay down, still clothed, and curled into a ball on the bed.
Harry stood outside the door, waiting to see if Draco would follow him. He stood there for a full five minutes before huffing and stomping back inside.
Draco heard the door and the entire house probably heard the stomping. He lay curled on his side, still breathing heavily, with his eyes closed.
"I'm not coming over there," Harry spat, arms crossed again as he stared at Draco.
Draco closed his eyes tight, his jaw beginning to ache from clenching it, and tried to slow down his breathing.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes and leaned against the door, still watching Draco.
Draco waited, his breathing calming and his jaw relaxing. His head hurt and he could feel Harry's anger from across the room.
Harry was watching Draco with his head cocked and his eyebrows raised. He cursed himself for not being able to leave the room.
"Git," Draco whispered.
Harry didn't hear him. "I can stand here all day, you know," he said.
Draco lay listening to Harry's breathing. He could feel Harry's magic calming, too.
Harry tapped his foot. "Are you going to talk to me?" he asked expectantly.
"No," Draco said perversely.
Harry huffed again. "Why not?" he asked.
"Git," Draco said louder this time. "You forbid me."
"No I didn't," Harry said angrily, but he tried to remember if he had.
Draco rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, staring at the upper bunk of the bed.
"Fine, if I did, I take it back," he said, not moving from his place at the door.
"Good," Draco said, not moving.
Harry widened his eyes and waited for Draco to talk. "Well?" he asked.
"Well, what, Potter?" Draco sighed.
"Urrrghh, you make me so mad!" Harry said, glaring, but not looking like anything but an angry five-year-old.
Draco glanced at that flushed face and grinned. "I know," he said smugly.
Harry rolled his eyes and stared away from Draco for a minute. He looked back. "Are we done fighting then?" he asked, still sounding a bit annoyed.
"Are we?" Draco asked.
Harry sighed heavily. "Yes if you'll stop being a git yourself."
"I am not being a git," Draco said. "I am doing what I was told."
Harry merely stared.
Draco raised an eyebrow and stretched himself out on the bed, looking like a cat about to take a nap.
Harry huffed one last time and dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Fine, I'm sorry," he said.
Draco held his hand out, his fingers beckoning, watching Harry.
Harry sighed and looked back at Draco. He stared at him for a moment and then walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it next to him.
Draco's hand slid over Harry's.
Harry stared at Draco's hand. "We fought again," he sighed quietly.
"Yes, we did," Draco said quietly. "We always have."
Harry looked away. "I guess," he said.
Draco sat up and slid over, his front to Harry's back and his arms coming around to hold him. "I love you," he said quietly.
Harry leaned back into Draco and held on to his arms with his hands. "I love you, too," he said, smiling gently. "I'm just so - stressed."
Draco nodded, his head bobbing a bit on Harry's shoulder. "Lay with me, hold me, fuck me or just sleep, but be with me," Draco whispered.
Harry closed his eyes and smiled again. "Let's just lay for a while," he said.
Chapter Title: Black Blood
Words: 4165 Words
Draco lay on the bed, shuddering and trying to get control of himself.
Harry entered into the room and snapped the door shut. He looked at the blond on the bed. "Draco?" he asked.
Draco's eyes were closed and his hands fisted next to him on the bed. "Yes?" he whispered.
"Erm, are you all right?" Harry asked, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
Draco huffed, and opened his eyes, looking up at Harry. "I suppose if you count getting a raging hard-on when I am embarrassed all right, then yes." He rolled his eyes.
"You do?" asked Harry, but he looked down at Draco's crotch and it was answered for him.
"Oh, yes," Draco said. "That is another thing you never seemed to understand. I don't know how many times you got me like this over the years."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I never noticed," he said. "Damn, I'm not even that good looking!"
Draco snorted again. He lay there trying to calm down and realising that, with Harry watching him, it was not a likely prospect.
Harry watched Draco trying to get a grip on himself. "Want me to leave or something?" he asked.
"Or something." Draco smirked.
Harry snorted and smirked as well. "I thought you might say something like that," he said. "So what'll it be? You want me to fuck you, you to fuck me, hand job, blow job, rim job, or do you just want to hump each other?" he snorted again. "Anything I'm missing?"
Draco moaned, arching on the bed, feeling like he could come just hearing Harry talk like that.
Harry's smirk grew. "Or do you just want me to talk to you?" he said. "Of course, that can be combined with one of the others - except if you want me to suck your cock or eat you out, because my mouth would be sort of busy then." Harry flushed with pleasure now.
"You are an evil, twisted, fucking beautiful pervert," Draco gasped.
Harry grinned wickedly. "You still haven't told me what you want, love," he said in a sort of singsong voice. "You did win that bet after all." He trailed one finger up Draco's clothed stomach.
"I think I will save my prize for another time," Draco said, but jumped as Harry touched him. "As for now," he gasped, "I am very much enjoying your hand on me."
Harry chuckled. "I can see that," he said trailing the finger again. "You want me to pick what I do to you?"
"Yes," Draco hissed, arching again, his trousers painfully tight.
"Hmmmmm," Harry said. "So many possibilities. I love your cock in my mouth, but I love it in my arse, too. Then there's the fact that I could fuck your tight hole, which is always very enjoyable with cock or tongue ... hmmm, decisions, decisions," he said listing everything again to watch Draco's face.
"Potter!" Draco warned. "I am going to come in my pants it you keep that up. And that is not what I want!"
Harry grinned again and got over top of Draco on hands and knees. "I think I'd like to suck you off. It's been a while and I miss the taste," he said and then he brought his face down to lick down Draco's jaw and neck.
"Oh, please, yes," Draco gasped, arching his hips up as he did so.
Harry smirked. Draco had been right before. Harry was turned on by and loved the fact that he was the only person in the world who could do this to Draco, the only person. He couldn't help but feel that way. He moved slowly down Draco's body a bit, unbuttoning as he went along.
Gasping and holding on to the bed, Draco watched as Harry undressed him. The look on Harry's face was predatory and it was amazingly beautiful to see.
Harry left Draco's shirt on him, but it was open and revealed everything Harry was concerned about for the moment. He moved on to Draco trousers and then yanked them down to his knees.
Draco hissed as the fabric caught on his cock. He lay there like the prey to the lion and the image made him moan.
Harry sucked on Draco's nipple and brought his hand down to grasp Draco's cock. He looked up at him, nipple between his teeth. "This nipple is mine," he growled. "Your cock is mine." He pulled on it a bit. "Your skin is mine, your hair is mine, your arse is mine, every part of you is mine and no one else's. And no one better ever try to come near you."
Draco laughed and writhed under those sharp teeth and strong touches. "Yes, yours, all yours," he agreed in hushed tones.
Harry grinned, his eyes narrowed, and licked and sucked his way down Draco's body, finally coming to rest between his legs. "Whose are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and facing Draco's cock towards his mouth.
"Yours," Draco said, lifting his hips toward Harry's face. "Please," he begged.
Harry licked his lips and then used that tongue to lick a wet trail up the side of Draco's length and then swirled it around the head.
Draco was trembling again, Harry's tongue driving him insane. He wanted more but he loved what he was doing.
Harry continued to lick and kiss along Draco's erection, loving the feel and the taste and the smell. "You're so fucking hot," Harry said, breathing hotly over Draco's cock as he did.
"Oh, please, suck me, please," Draco begged, the teasing being almost more than he could take any longer.
Harry delivered one last, slow lick to the head of Draco's cock, sucking up the moisture there. He finally lowered his mouth over it and grinned around it as he looked up at Draco.
"Ahhh," Draco groaned, happy to have that wet heat surrounding him. He began to thrash his head, trying to hold his hips still.
Harry gripped Draco's hips with one hand and used the other at the base of Draco's cock. He began with light, teasing sucks, working his way up to more powerful sucking while bobbing his head a bit.
"Harry, yes," Draco encouraged, reaching his hand out to entwine fingers in his lover's thick hair.
Harry let his eyes fall closed and moaned. He hadn't managed to deep throat yet and the last time he had tried, he'd gagged rather embarrassingly and he hadn't tried again, so he stuck to sucking as hard as he could and using his hand to make up for everything Draco was missing. Draco never complained, so Harry figured he wasn't too bad.
Draco loved the feel of Harry's mouth on him, but he wanted more. "Harry, use fingers," he gasped, "inside me."
Harry moaned again and opened his eyes. He took his mouth away from Draco's erection for a few seconds to suck on his own fingers, but then he was back at it quickly and rubbing his now slick digits against Draco's entrance.
"Ahh, yes," Draco gasped, "please, yes." He spread his legs wide and lifted his hips.
Harry smirked and then pushed his fingers inside, moving them slowly. He moaned and looked up at Draco's face again. He was so gorgeous and needy looking and Harry's cock hardened further with the thought that Draco did need him; he didn't just look like he did.
"Yes, yes," Draco was chanting now. He knew he wouldn't last long now, but he loved this, loved every second of Harry touching him.
Harry knew the sounds Draco made when he was close, knew the body movements. He bent his fingers and pressed them to Draco's prostate, sucking upwards on his cock as he did.
Draco moaned, shuddering as the pressure inside him grew. "More, yes," he gasped.
Harry rubbed that spot inside of Draco and bobbed his head, sucking and sucking, his cheeks hollowed out. He used his free hand to pump the bit of Draco's cock he couldn't reach and his mouth watered as he waited for the glorious moment when Draco would fill it up.
Draco came with a shout, thrusting into Harry's mouth and clenching around his fingers.
Harry gagged a bit as Draco thrust up into his mouth, but he let go of his cock and grabbed Draco's hip to keep him in place as he sucked him still, swallowing all of Draco's come down and moaning as he did. He continued moving his fingers inside him, not really wanting it to be over yet.
Draco's fingers twisted in Harry's hair as she shuddered and gasped. "Oh, Gods," he gasped again and finally pulled at Harry's hair to get him to stop.
Harry gave Draco's cock one final lick before stopping and withdrawing his fingers. He licked his lips and stared down at Draco, smirking and watching him pant.
Draco looked up with hooded eyes at his lover. Harry was licking his lips and still had the look of a predator who had just had a tasty meal. Damn, but he was hot.
Harry crawled back into the position of being on his hands and knees over Draco and bent down to give him an open-mouthed kiss, still smirking.
Draco lay there allowing Harry to kiss him and tasting himself in Harry's mouth.
Harry sighed through his nose and then pulled away. "Good?" he asked, even though he didn't need to.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Not bad," he smirked.
Harry chuckled and then kissed Draco again. "Sorry that Fred and George were teasing," he said after a few moments. "They'll probably do it for a while."
Draco nodded, leaning back up on his elbows. "I'll survive," he said. "Especially with you to help me with my problem."
Harry smiled. "Anytime, babe," he said jokingly, looking at Draco over the top of his glasses.
***
Draco snapped his book shut and closed his eyes. "I need to get into that house to look for myself," he said. The wedding had been three days ago now and he had joined the trio for their strategy discussions.
Hermione looked up at Draco. "Well, have you told Harry what you told me, yet?" she asked.
Harry looked up. "Told me what?" he asked.
"No. With the wedding and after," Draco grinned, "we hadn't really had a chance to talk." He turned to Harry who sat beside him on the couch. He picked up the book he had told Granger about and read the same passage.
Harry nodded as Draco read. "Do you really think that would work?" he asked after Draco was finished explaining.
"Well, it sounds like a good plan to me and it's the only one we've got," said Hermione.
"It does present some risk," Draco said carefully. "But I am pretty sure it will work."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Risk?" he asked. "What sort of risk?"
"Well, if the house wards didn't accept me," he said, "there could be some problems. But I am confident that won't be an issue."
Harry sighed and nodded. "It's worth a shot," he said, "and I really do need your help. I've been having to sneak away from the other Order members to try and look through books, and it isn't long before I'm missed; I don't really know what to look for, anyway."
"Okay, tomorrow then," Draco said and sighed. It felt good to be moving forward. To be doing something.
"Good," said Ron. "I'm getting sick of having to watch out for others trying to see what we're doing. With Draco there, he can just look while we stay in meetings."
"And I can help him when everyone else leaves," said Harry. "I think we'll move in there if we can get him in. What do think, Draco?"
Draco frowned. "Why wouldn't I attend meetings?"
"Well, you could," said Harry slowly. "It's just, Horcruxes are more important, and I have to be at the meetings and Ron wouldn't be any help to you with research. I won't have time to look through books and you could get a lot done."
"I'll be there to help, Draco," said Hermione. "Harry and Ron can tell us what went on in the meetings later on. There won't be Order members there every day, anyway."
Draco shrugged but didn't reply. He picked up the book he had read from again. "So you will need to use a spell to make me unconscious and then carry me into the house," he said. "But I am trying to think if there is a way to better insure it works."
Harry shrugged. "Don't look at me," he said. "I have no idea."
Draco stared at the book, frowning. "Something I am missing here," he said, thinking aloud.
Hermione perked up. "Anything I can help with?" she asked as Harry and Ron stared dumbly at Draco.
"Blood kin," he said distractedly. "Harry, call Kreacher here."
Harry nodded. "Kreacher?" he said aloud. A minute passed and the elf appeared.
"Yes, Master?" said Kreacher and then he looked around and seemed horrified to be where he was, but Harry ignored that. He looked to Draco, not knowing what he wanted the elf for.
Draco faced the elf, speaking to him. "Who am I?"
Kreacher looked at Draco strangely, obviously wary of answering incorrectly. "The Malfoy boy?" he said, eyes wide.
"My name," he said curtly.
Kreacher gulped. "Draco Malfoy?" he said.
"Yes, and am I a Black?" he asked.
Kreacher nodded quickly. "Draco Malfoy is on the Black family tree. Kreacher knows all Blacks," he said, sounding pleased.
"Good," Draco said approvingly. "You are bound by blood to serve the family Black?"
Kreacher nodded. "And the Black house," he said. "Even if nasty half-bloods owns it," he muttered.
"Can you feel the magic that binds you to him?" Draco asked.
Kreacher nodded slowly, looking at Draco strangely again.
"And what does that binding tell you about me?" he asked.
"The Malfoy boy and Kreacher's Master are linked and bound," he said, looking between Harry and Draco.
"Does that make me his blood kin or not?" Draco asked, finally in an area where he was unsure of the answer.
Kreacher looked between them a few more times. "Yes ..." he said slowly. "In some way ...."
"Good," Draco said. "So you and I are both bound in blood and magic to Harry Potter. Do you understand that?"
Kreacher looked confused as to why Draco was asking him all these questions, but he nodded.
"You betrayed your last owner, who was a Black," Draco said.
Kreacher's eyes widened and he looked like he wanted to protest, but he didn't - at least he didn't think he did. "Kreacher wonders why the Malfoy boy is saying that. Kreacher was only doing what Master asked ...."
"Only is a lie, elf," Draco snapped. "And it isn't your place to approve or disapprove of your master. You are bound, you do not choose."
Kreacher swallowed and nodded, his old ears flapping. He looked afraid of Draco. "Kreacher doesn't know why the Malfoy boy is liking blood traitors and half-bloods," he muttered, scared.
"Kreacher should not care at all about those things," Draco said. "You should only care about serving your master completely."
Kreacher stared at Draco and didn't mutter anything else.
Hermione gave a disapproving sniff, but also didn't say anything.
"I am a pure-blood and I serve him proudly," Draco said in a haughty voice. "You would do well to learn from that."
Harry raised his eyebrows and Kreacher looked to him. "Erm, is that all you wanted with him, Draco?" he asked.
Draco nodded and rested back against the sofa.
"Go back to Hogwarts, Kreacher," Harry said, and Kreacher quickly Disapparated.
"I hardly want Kreacher to learn from the way you serve me," Harry said, amused.
"Blegh," said Ron.
Hermione sniffed again.
"Harry." Draco sighed. "He needs a strong hand or he is dangerous."
Harry sighed. "I know," he said.
"He's just old," Hermione said quietly, staring at her fingernails.
"No, he is insane," Draco snapped. "And he needs to know what is expected of him."
Hermione glared. "Don't you snap at me!" she said. "House-elves are treated wrongly all over the wizarding world! If they were all freed, we wouldn't have any problems with them in the first place!"
Harry sighed and covered his face with his hand.
"And here comes the reappearance of S.P.E.W.," said Ron.
"Are you going to free me too, Granger?" Draco drawled, eyes hard.
"That is completely different and you know it!" Hermione said shrilly.
"Oh, come on," said Harry from behind his hand.
"What if an elf doesn't want to be freed?" Draco asked. "How is that different?"
"You were not born into it! Harry doesn't treat you badly! He treats you like a king! You aren't a house-elf! House-elves are brainwashed and never know any different!"
Ron shook his head. "There really isn't any point, Malfoy," he said.
Draco drew himself up, looking like his old self in that moment but sad at the same time. "Granger, I was born to my life. I did not choose it," he said. "And it had no less restrictions in its own way than any house-elf. How a house-elf is treated is not the same issue as whether or not they should be cut from their bonds. If you want them to have a choice, that is not the same thing as forcing them to make the choice you want."
Hermione sat up straight too. "That does not dismiss that they are brainwashed to want to serve families that treat them horribly, like yours did with Dobby!"
"Oh, come on!" Harry said again only louder this time. "This is just going to go on forever!"
Draco frowned at Harry. "You said that already. Are you telling me to keep silent?"
Harry sighed. "I'm telling you both that it's pointless to argue about this. Hermione, you're not going to change what Draco thinks, and Draco, you'll never change what Hermione thinks."
"Oh, what's that supposed to mean, Harry?" asked Hermione angrily.
Harry sighed again and shook his head.
"I actually believe that Hermione’s ideas have some merit and that she deserves to hear a different perspective," Draco said. "She doesn't have to agree with me to hear my opinion or vice versa."
Harry rubbed his forehead. "Whatever," he said, "but house-elves are not important right now. You can both discuss them some other time if you want to."
"Yeah, preferably when Harry and I aren't here," muttered Ron.
Draco frowned at the two of them. He began to pack up the books that they had been going through.
Harry stood up to help.
"You're both gits," said Hermione. "At least Draco can have an intelligent conversation."
Ron looked at her, eyes wide. "You were just yelling at him!" he said.
Hermione ignored him and began gathering up her notes.
Draco nodded respectfully at Hermione. He finished picking up his things and headed up the stairs without saying anything to the other two.
Harry smiled sarcastically at Hermione. "Wonderful," he said before going up after Draco.
Ron looked at Hermione and shrugged.
She rolled her eyes at him and marched off to the kitchen.
Draco went to their room and stowed his books away. He then sat down on the bed and waited for Harry.
Harry entered the room slowly, not sure if Draco was aggravated or not.
Draco sat with his hands in his lap.
Harry cleared his throat. "Uhh ... are you ... mad at me or anything?" he asked.
Draco was wondering about that too. "It's not an unimportant question if it gets someone you love killed," he said quietly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Who's going to be killed?" he asked.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't want to be cruel but it had to be said. "Sirius mismanaged that elf and it got him killed," he said.
Harry frowned deeply. "Don't start with that, please," he said. It only reminded him of how angry he'd been when Dumbledore had said basically the same thing, and thinking of Dumbledore was painful, too.
"When can I start with that? After more people die?" Draco realised he was angry after all. "You misunderstand or misjudge wizarding ways and it can get you killed, as it did him. And if you die, everyone loses. Do you understand that? You say I am good with these things, but then you dismiss them as unimportant."
Harry glared. "I didn't dismiss what you said! I only didn't want you and Hermione to argue. I've heard enough about fucking house-elves to last me a lifetime! Don't bring my godfather into this. I know what happened to him, but he had reasons for doing what he did and thinking the way he thought and I don't blame him one bit!"
Draco's mouth tightened into a thin line and he huffed through his nose, bringing his arms across his chest. He sat glaring at the wall in front of him, refusing to look at Harry.
"If you don't want to look at me, fine. I'll go down and sit with Ron," Harry said, crossing his arms, too.
Draco sat silent, breathing heavily through his nose, his jaw clenched and his face flushed.
Harry glared and shrugged, turning around and walking right back out the door and closing it behind him.
Draco lay down, still clothed, and curled into a ball on the bed.
Harry stood outside the door, waiting to see if Draco would follow him. He stood there for a full five minutes before huffing and stomping back inside.
Draco heard the door and the entire house probably heard the stomping. He lay curled on his side, still breathing heavily, with his eyes closed.
"I'm not coming over there," Harry spat, arms crossed again as he stared at Draco.
Draco closed his eyes tight, his jaw beginning to ache from clenching it, and tried to slow down his breathing.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes and leaned against the door, still watching Draco.
Draco waited, his breathing calming and his jaw relaxing. His head hurt and he could feel Harry's anger from across the room.
Harry was watching Draco with his head cocked and his eyebrows raised. He cursed himself for not being able to leave the room.
"Git," Draco whispered.
Harry didn't hear him. "I can stand here all day, you know," he said.
Draco lay listening to Harry's breathing. He could feel Harry's magic calming, too.
Harry tapped his foot. "Are you going to talk to me?" he asked expectantly.
"No," Draco said perversely.
Harry huffed again. "Why not?" he asked.
"Git," Draco said louder this time. "You forbid me."
"No I didn't," Harry said angrily, but he tried to remember if he had.
Draco rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, staring at the upper bunk of the bed.
"Fine, if I did, I take it back," he said, not moving from his place at the door.
"Good," Draco said, not moving.
Harry widened his eyes and waited for Draco to talk. "Well?" he asked.
"Well, what, Potter?" Draco sighed.
"Urrrghh, you make me so mad!" Harry said, glaring, but not looking like anything but an angry five-year-old.
Draco glanced at that flushed face and grinned. "I know," he said smugly.
Harry rolled his eyes and stared away from Draco for a minute. He looked back. "Are we done fighting then?" he asked, still sounding a bit annoyed.
"Are we?" Draco asked.
Harry sighed heavily. "Yes if you'll stop being a git yourself."
"I am not being a git," Draco said. "I am doing what I was told."
Harry merely stared.
Draco raised an eyebrow and stretched himself out on the bed, looking like a cat about to take a nap.
Harry huffed one last time and dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Fine, I'm sorry," he said.
Draco held his hand out, his fingers beckoning, watching Harry.
Harry sighed and looked back at Draco. He stared at him for a moment and then walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it next to him.
Draco's hand slid over Harry's.
Harry stared at Draco's hand. "We fought again," he sighed quietly.
"Yes, we did," Draco said quietly. "We always have."
Harry looked away. "I guess," he said.
Draco sat up and slid over, his front to Harry's back and his arms coming around to hold him. "I love you," he said quietly.
Harry leaned back into Draco and held on to his arms with his hands. "I love you, too," he said, smiling gently. "I'm just so - stressed."
Draco nodded, his head bobbing a bit on Harry's shoulder. "Lay with me, hold me, fuck me or just sleep, but be with me," Draco whispered.
Harry closed his eyes and smiled again. "Let's just lay for a while," he said.