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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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Teasing the Wolf
Chapter Number/Total: 19/36
Chapter Title: Teasing the Wolf
Words: 2509 Words
Draco had managed to make himself a sandwich without breaking anything else. Now he was back in their room where he had fallen asleep reading a book, lying on the bed.
Harry made his way upstairs, using the wall like he did the first time. He went inside the room and set the bags down, hearing Draco's deep breathing. "Asleep," he murmured to himself, moving to the bed and sitting down.
Draco lay sprawled across the bed. When the bed moved, he tensed but then the smell told him it was Harry. He relaxed and looked up at him.
Harry pulled the Snitch out of his cloak and began to play with it, the wings fluttering against his palm. He laughed softly, closing his other hand over it so it wouldn't get away.
"You have a Snitch," Draco said, watching it.
Harry smiled. "I didn't know you were up. Yeah, I got it for us, actually ...."
Draco snorted. "What are we going to do with it?"
"I don't know ... whatever we want," he answered, shrugging.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco groaned, laying his head back down.
"Nothing." He kicked off his shoes and lay down next to him. "I got you some clothes."
"Good," Draco muttered. "I hope they are better than the ones we have been wearing."
Harry blushed hard and nodded. "I guess they are ...." He thought for a moment before he pulled his wand out and laid it on the bed between them. "Got my new wand, too. It has a ... werewolf bone in it."
"That's ... weird," Draco said. "They make wands with werewolf bones in them?"
"Apparently. He asked me what magical creature I'm the closest to and I said werewolf ... then he gave me that one."
"Does it work with your magic?" he asked.
"Yeah, he even taught me this spell, Draco," he started, biting his lip, "a spell that lets me see."
Draco was still lying on the bed. "Can you see me now?" he asked.
"No, not until I say it. Can I?" he asked gently, moving closer to him.
"You won't like it," Draco said.
"I'll love it. Now can I?"
"Why are you asking me?" Draco said.
"Because I thought it would be proper to ask before just pointing a wand at you."
"Ah, well, then as long as you aren't hexing me," Draco said. "Point away."
Harry slowly picked up his wand and whispered the spell for the third time that day, the small light getting brighter until he focused on the image in front of him. "Draco," he whispered, reaching out and cupping his cheek. The damaged part of his face was just like it felt, and it didn't surprise him. Harry smiled and leaned close, kissing him softly. "I've waited for this for such a long time," he murmured.
Draco shuddered when Harry kissed him, not responding but not pulling away either.
Harry watched him, taking in all the new aspects of him. "You do look different," he said, stating the obvious as he stroked his cheek. He looked down his body and took his hand, running a finger down the claws he had learned to love.
"I'm furry," Draco complained.
Harry laughed a bit, brushing his fingers through the hair on his chest. "It looks just as soft as it is."
"Same colour as my hair," he said, then smirked, "everywhere."
Harry glanced down, biting his lip before he tugged at the loose pants, pulling them down and staring. "Yeah, wow."
Draco snorted, "Hey! That's ...." He laughed.
"Your cock," Harry finished, laughing, too. He pulled the pants back up and patted him gently, looking back up at him. "I love magic."
Draco laughed again. "My cock is magic?"
"I meant the spell, but now that you mention it, I'd say it is," he replied, grinning.
"You want to take a closer look?" Draco smiled.
Harry crawled close, taking in every new detail. "Lovely," he whispered, mostly to himself.
Draco lay back, hands over his head while Harry used his wand to look at him. It was fun to watch Harry's face as he did so. The other man seemed particularly taken with the light, white fur on his body. Wearing only the pull-on trousers, there wasn't much to stop Harry from seeing what he wanted.
Harry continued to smile as he ran his fingers through the fur. He leaned over and kissed him softly, his wand still being held up in his other hand. "Perfect."
Draco arched his eyebrow above his remaining eye but didn't say anything. Harry already knew his opinion on that.
"Well, in my eyes you are." He ran a thumb over Draco's bottom lip, looking serious for a moment.
"Or your wand, since you can't see me otherwise," Draco drawled.
"Still my eyes," he replied, biting his lip and letting his thumb dip into Draco's mouth.
Draco froze, not moving his mouth at all while Harry's thumb slid into it.
Harry carefully ran the tip of his thumb over the tops of Draco's teeth, curious at the change. "They seem sharper, too."
Draco didn't reply, afraid to move lest he cut Harry. His incisors had grown longer and the teeth were sharper. He also had more of an urge to bite things than before.
"Bite me," Harry whispered softly, watching him closely.
Draco's eye widened. He brought his teeth together, very gently gripping Harry's thumb.
Harry licked his lip, still watching him. "Harder."
Draco opened his mouth and pulled away. "No," he said. "If I draw blood, it ... does things to me."
"I want to see then," he answered, holding his thumb out again.
Draco ignored the thumb and bit the side of his hand, where the meat was thicker. He sunk teeth into soft flesh with just enough pressure that it began to give, the smell and taste of blood flooding his senses.
Harry blinked and groaned softly, his eyes glued to Draco's mouth as he began to bleed. "What does it do?"
Draco's eye had closed with his mouth. When he opened it again, he looked different -- less human. Draco released the hand with his teeth but began licking at the blood, the taste exciting him.
Harry smiled a bit, laying his head on the pillow as he let Draco lick away the blood. "Does it taste good?"
"Yes," Draco growled against his hand. "You taste good and smell good," he said, panting a bit. He was very aroused now and trembling with a kind of weird mix of hunger and desire.
"Really?" Harry pulled his hand away suddenly, wanting to see his reaction.
Draco growled, automatically reaching a clawed hand to grab the hand again. His fingers wrapped around Harry's forearm, claws sinking into the arm, just on the verge of breaking the skin.
Harry's heart sped up as he watched the claws sink into his arm. He shifted a bit and gasped as the first bit of blood welled up under the claws. His other hand that was still holding the wand trembled and so did his vision.
"Taking food away from a wolf is a dangerous thing, Harry," Draco growled in an equally dangerous sounding voice.
Harry nodded quickly, understanding. "Sorry."
"You like that? Teasing me?" Draco asked, voice still low.
"Yes," Harry answered honestly, shifting again.
"Why?" Draco said, as he licked his way to the claw marks on Harry's arm.
"I think I love your reactions," he whispered, leaning closer.
Draco regarded him seriously for a minute. "You are playing with fire, Harry," he warned.
"What's the worst that could happen? I'd get burned?" he asked gently.
"What if I seriously hurt you?" Draco asked, words less clear now that his voice had shifted deeper.
"I don't think you would, but if it did come to that," he said and then paused, looking thoughtful. "I don't know."
Draco was holding himself back only with willpower. Every instinct seemed to be screaming at him to pin Harry to the mattress and take what he needed. "I need you to show me ... that you can heal yourself," he growled.
Harry nodded quickly again. He quietly ended the Vision Spell, thinking of the only Healing Spell he knew. He pointed at his hand and whispered it, feeling the cuts close up.
Draco watched seriously and grunted in satisfaction as he saw the spell work. "Strip now," he growled then.
Harry rolled away and sat up, pulling off his shirt then his trousers quickly. He pushed them off the side of the bed.
Draco watched, trembling with the effort, and when Harry was naked, he practically threw himself atop the other man, pinning him to the bed.
Harry gasped, wishing he could use the spell again just to see the look on his face like this.
Draco growled again, leaning in, nipping at Harry's neck, small marks appearing behind as he moved down to Harry's chest.
Harry moaned, arching up. He loved it when Draco did this to him. "More," he murmured.
Growling, licking, sucking and biting -- Draco was completely lost in the taste of Harry's flesh. The other man's chest was now covered in little marks, some of which bled a little. He licked at those until they stopped and then continued down to his belly.
Harry whimpered softly, little shudders repeatedly going through his body. He was sure he was covered in small cuts, but it made him feel more aware, more alive.
Draco's face was now pressed into the hair below Harry's belly, inhaling the scent of him and licking at that very delicate skin. "Touch yourself," he told Harry.
Harry reached to his chest first, gently running his hand over the fresh cuts. "Go on, Draco ...."
Draco gave Harry's cock a long slow lick up the shaft. His taste seeming to make explosions go off in his brain. Taste was so much more now than it had been before.
Harry jerked off the bed, a loud moan coming from him. He gripped the sheets, swallowing.
Draco licked and nuzzled Harry's cock, running his tongue over the head and down again. "Stroke yourself," he said.
Wrapping a hand around himself Harry shuddered softly, beginning to stroke himself.
"Fuck," Draco growled and began licking Harry's balls.
"Oh, Draco," he whispered, his hand moving faster as he lifted his hips.
"Don't come yet," Draco growled. "Prepare yourself."
Harry slowed down his strokes, using his other hand to reach further down. "A little help," he murmured, pressing a finger against his entrance.
Draco licked at Harry's finger and his entrance.
Harry let Draco do that for another moment, the sensation taking over. "S-stop," he stuttered, not wanting to come yet. He began to push the finger inside him slowly as he spoke.
"Yes," Draco hissed while he watched Harry fingering himself.
Harry moved that finger in and out a few times before he pressed a second one inside, moaning at the slight burn.
Draco's cock was twitching as he watched Harry slide fingers into himself.
Harry tried to prepare himself the best he could, but he was already relaxed and ready for Draco. He was about to press a third finger inside anyway when he paused, asking Draco for help again.
"No, now," Draco growled, crawling up Harry's body until his cock pressed against him. He grabbed Harry's ankles and put them over his shoulders.
Harry groaned and shifted, lifting his hips up to relieve the stretch Draco subjected him to.
Draco's clawed hands reached for Harry's arse, pulling him up and spreading him as he pressed himself in deep.
Harry felt like he was being bent in half. He reached back and gripped the headboard, using it to give himself a bit of leverage as Draco thrust inside. "God."
Draco pulled back slowly, feeling each inch of himself held tight, and then gasping, pushed slowly forward again. He looked down into those sparkling green eyes and thought he could come just from the sight of Harry like this.
Harry moaned, his hands slipping away from the headboard. He wanted Draco to go faster, harder, but he didn't beg. Not yet.
Draco concentrated on controlling his movements, sliding in deep and then out slowly, loving the feel of this, savouring it.
But soon, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He needed more. "Draco, harder," he whispered, bucking his hips the best he could in that position.
Draco grinned. "Beg louder," he said, slowly pulling back again.
"Harder, Draco," he said a bit louder, flushing.
"Louder," Draco said, slowly pushing into him again.
"Draco! Harder!" he yelled, biting his lip when he thought of who might have heard him, but that didn't matter now.
"Yes," Draco growled. He began thrusting fast and hard, loving the way Harry writhed under him.
Harry fisted the sheets as Draco fucked him, the bed beginning to rock with the force of the thrusts. Harry was sure he wasn't going to be able to walk right for the next few days, and he wasn't going to heal it just for that reason.
Draco was growling low in his throat again as he got closer, thrusting hard, and his claws were digging into Harry's flesh.
"I'm going ...." Harry shuddered as he came hard, unable to even finish his sentence. He clenched tightly around Draco as he did, his body arching off the bed.
Draco thrust several more times, Harry's body tightening around his cock as he came with a loud moan.
Harry moved, letting his left leg slip off of his shoulder and fall to the side. He groaned, the movement painful.
Draco eased his claws and cock out of his lover, sitting back up on his knees and looking down at him.
Harry's other leg fell down with another groan. He could feel his heart beating as he slowly began to calm his breathing, feeling the blood leak out of him. He didn't move yet, afraid to mess up the moment.
"You look so beautiful," Draco said, sighing. He loved the way Harry smelled: sex and blood.
Harry smiled gently. "Thank you," he said, feeling shy all of a sudden.
"I can't believe you want to be with me," Draco said quietly. "I could almost see why you ... wanted me before. Yet, here you are."
"Yet, here I am," he repeated softly, turning on his side.
Draco leaned over and licked at the new wounds on Harry's hips.
Harry sighed softly, too tired to do much but lie there. "At one point, I thought you were fucking me with the claws," he mumbled incoherently.
"Yes," Draco said, having cleaned the wounds and then rolling him over, licking the other ones. "And you liked it," he whispered.
"I loved it," he said softly, closing his eyes.
Draco curled up beside him, listening while Harry's breathing evened out as he fell asleep. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too," Harry whispered quietly, slipping off into a deep sleep a moment later.
Chapter Title: Teasing the Wolf
Words: 2509 Words
Draco had managed to make himself a sandwich without breaking anything else. Now he was back in their room where he had fallen asleep reading a book, lying on the bed.
Harry made his way upstairs, using the wall like he did the first time. He went inside the room and set the bags down, hearing Draco's deep breathing. "Asleep," he murmured to himself, moving to the bed and sitting down.
Draco lay sprawled across the bed. When the bed moved, he tensed but then the smell told him it was Harry. He relaxed and looked up at him.
Harry pulled the Snitch out of his cloak and began to play with it, the wings fluttering against his palm. He laughed softly, closing his other hand over it so it wouldn't get away.
"You have a Snitch," Draco said, watching it.
Harry smiled. "I didn't know you were up. Yeah, I got it for us, actually ...."
Draco snorted. "What are we going to do with it?"
"I don't know ... whatever we want," he answered, shrugging.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco groaned, laying his head back down.
"Nothing." He kicked off his shoes and lay down next to him. "I got you some clothes."
"Good," Draco muttered. "I hope they are better than the ones we have been wearing."
Harry blushed hard and nodded. "I guess they are ...." He thought for a moment before he pulled his wand out and laid it on the bed between them. "Got my new wand, too. It has a ... werewolf bone in it."
"That's ... weird," Draco said. "They make wands with werewolf bones in them?"
"Apparently. He asked me what magical creature I'm the closest to and I said werewolf ... then he gave me that one."
"Does it work with your magic?" he asked.
"Yeah, he even taught me this spell, Draco," he started, biting his lip, "a spell that lets me see."
Draco was still lying on the bed. "Can you see me now?" he asked.
"No, not until I say it. Can I?" he asked gently, moving closer to him.
"You won't like it," Draco said.
"I'll love it. Now can I?"
"Why are you asking me?" Draco said.
"Because I thought it would be proper to ask before just pointing a wand at you."
"Ah, well, then as long as you aren't hexing me," Draco said. "Point away."
Harry slowly picked up his wand and whispered the spell for the third time that day, the small light getting brighter until he focused on the image in front of him. "Draco," he whispered, reaching out and cupping his cheek. The damaged part of his face was just like it felt, and it didn't surprise him. Harry smiled and leaned close, kissing him softly. "I've waited for this for such a long time," he murmured.
Draco shuddered when Harry kissed him, not responding but not pulling away either.
Harry watched him, taking in all the new aspects of him. "You do look different," he said, stating the obvious as he stroked his cheek. He looked down his body and took his hand, running a finger down the claws he had learned to love.
"I'm furry," Draco complained.
Harry laughed a bit, brushing his fingers through the hair on his chest. "It looks just as soft as it is."
"Same colour as my hair," he said, then smirked, "everywhere."
Harry glanced down, biting his lip before he tugged at the loose pants, pulling them down and staring. "Yeah, wow."
Draco snorted, "Hey! That's ...." He laughed.
"Your cock," Harry finished, laughing, too. He pulled the pants back up and patted him gently, looking back up at him. "I love magic."
Draco laughed again. "My cock is magic?"
"I meant the spell, but now that you mention it, I'd say it is," he replied, grinning.
"You want to take a closer look?" Draco smiled.
Harry crawled close, taking in every new detail. "Lovely," he whispered, mostly to himself.
Draco lay back, hands over his head while Harry used his wand to look at him. It was fun to watch Harry's face as he did so. The other man seemed particularly taken with the light, white fur on his body. Wearing only the pull-on trousers, there wasn't much to stop Harry from seeing what he wanted.
Harry continued to smile as he ran his fingers through the fur. He leaned over and kissed him softly, his wand still being held up in his other hand. "Perfect."
Draco arched his eyebrow above his remaining eye but didn't say anything. Harry already knew his opinion on that.
"Well, in my eyes you are." He ran a thumb over Draco's bottom lip, looking serious for a moment.
"Or your wand, since you can't see me otherwise," Draco drawled.
"Still my eyes," he replied, biting his lip and letting his thumb dip into Draco's mouth.
Draco froze, not moving his mouth at all while Harry's thumb slid into it.
Harry carefully ran the tip of his thumb over the tops of Draco's teeth, curious at the change. "They seem sharper, too."
Draco didn't reply, afraid to move lest he cut Harry. His incisors had grown longer and the teeth were sharper. He also had more of an urge to bite things than before.
"Bite me," Harry whispered softly, watching him closely.
Draco's eye widened. He brought his teeth together, very gently gripping Harry's thumb.
Harry licked his lip, still watching him. "Harder."
Draco opened his mouth and pulled away. "No," he said. "If I draw blood, it ... does things to me."
"I want to see then," he answered, holding his thumb out again.
Draco ignored the thumb and bit the side of his hand, where the meat was thicker. He sunk teeth into soft flesh with just enough pressure that it began to give, the smell and taste of blood flooding his senses.
Harry blinked and groaned softly, his eyes glued to Draco's mouth as he began to bleed. "What does it do?"
Draco's eye had closed with his mouth. When he opened it again, he looked different -- less human. Draco released the hand with his teeth but began licking at the blood, the taste exciting him.
Harry smiled a bit, laying his head on the pillow as he let Draco lick away the blood. "Does it taste good?"
"Yes," Draco growled against his hand. "You taste good and smell good," he said, panting a bit. He was very aroused now and trembling with a kind of weird mix of hunger and desire.
"Really?" Harry pulled his hand away suddenly, wanting to see his reaction.
Draco growled, automatically reaching a clawed hand to grab the hand again. His fingers wrapped around Harry's forearm, claws sinking into the arm, just on the verge of breaking the skin.
Harry's heart sped up as he watched the claws sink into his arm. He shifted a bit and gasped as the first bit of blood welled up under the claws. His other hand that was still holding the wand trembled and so did his vision.
"Taking food away from a wolf is a dangerous thing, Harry," Draco growled in an equally dangerous sounding voice.
Harry nodded quickly, understanding. "Sorry."
"You like that? Teasing me?" Draco asked, voice still low.
"Yes," Harry answered honestly, shifting again.
"Why?" Draco said, as he licked his way to the claw marks on Harry's arm.
"I think I love your reactions," he whispered, leaning closer.
Draco regarded him seriously for a minute. "You are playing with fire, Harry," he warned.
"What's the worst that could happen? I'd get burned?" he asked gently.
"What if I seriously hurt you?" Draco asked, words less clear now that his voice had shifted deeper.
"I don't think you would, but if it did come to that," he said and then paused, looking thoughtful. "I don't know."
Draco was holding himself back only with willpower. Every instinct seemed to be screaming at him to pin Harry to the mattress and take what he needed. "I need you to show me ... that you can heal yourself," he growled.
Harry nodded quickly again. He quietly ended the Vision Spell, thinking of the only Healing Spell he knew. He pointed at his hand and whispered it, feeling the cuts close up.
Draco watched seriously and grunted in satisfaction as he saw the spell work. "Strip now," he growled then.
Harry rolled away and sat up, pulling off his shirt then his trousers quickly. He pushed them off the side of the bed.
Draco watched, trembling with the effort, and when Harry was naked, he practically threw himself atop the other man, pinning him to the bed.
Harry gasped, wishing he could use the spell again just to see the look on his face like this.
Draco growled again, leaning in, nipping at Harry's neck, small marks appearing behind as he moved down to Harry's chest.
Harry moaned, arching up. He loved it when Draco did this to him. "More," he murmured.
Growling, licking, sucking and biting -- Draco was completely lost in the taste of Harry's flesh. The other man's chest was now covered in little marks, some of which bled a little. He licked at those until they stopped and then continued down to his belly.
Harry whimpered softly, little shudders repeatedly going through his body. He was sure he was covered in small cuts, but it made him feel more aware, more alive.
Draco's face was now pressed into the hair below Harry's belly, inhaling the scent of him and licking at that very delicate skin. "Touch yourself," he told Harry.
Harry reached to his chest first, gently running his hand over the fresh cuts. "Go on, Draco ...."
Draco gave Harry's cock a long slow lick up the shaft. His taste seeming to make explosions go off in his brain. Taste was so much more now than it had been before.
Harry jerked off the bed, a loud moan coming from him. He gripped the sheets, swallowing.
Draco licked and nuzzled Harry's cock, running his tongue over the head and down again. "Stroke yourself," he said.
Wrapping a hand around himself Harry shuddered softly, beginning to stroke himself.
"Fuck," Draco growled and began licking Harry's balls.
"Oh, Draco," he whispered, his hand moving faster as he lifted his hips.
"Don't come yet," Draco growled. "Prepare yourself."
Harry slowed down his strokes, using his other hand to reach further down. "A little help," he murmured, pressing a finger against his entrance.
Draco licked at Harry's finger and his entrance.
Harry let Draco do that for another moment, the sensation taking over. "S-stop," he stuttered, not wanting to come yet. He began to push the finger inside him slowly as he spoke.
"Yes," Draco hissed while he watched Harry fingering himself.
Harry moved that finger in and out a few times before he pressed a second one inside, moaning at the slight burn.
Draco's cock was twitching as he watched Harry slide fingers into himself.
Harry tried to prepare himself the best he could, but he was already relaxed and ready for Draco. He was about to press a third finger inside anyway when he paused, asking Draco for help again.
"No, now," Draco growled, crawling up Harry's body until his cock pressed against him. He grabbed Harry's ankles and put them over his shoulders.
Harry groaned and shifted, lifting his hips up to relieve the stretch Draco subjected him to.
Draco's clawed hands reached for Harry's arse, pulling him up and spreading him as he pressed himself in deep.
Harry felt like he was being bent in half. He reached back and gripped the headboard, using it to give himself a bit of leverage as Draco thrust inside. "God."
Draco pulled back slowly, feeling each inch of himself held tight, and then gasping, pushed slowly forward again. He looked down into those sparkling green eyes and thought he could come just from the sight of Harry like this.
Harry moaned, his hands slipping away from the headboard. He wanted Draco to go faster, harder, but he didn't beg. Not yet.
Draco concentrated on controlling his movements, sliding in deep and then out slowly, loving the feel of this, savouring it.
But soon, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He needed more. "Draco, harder," he whispered, bucking his hips the best he could in that position.
Draco grinned. "Beg louder," he said, slowly pulling back again.
"Harder, Draco," he said a bit louder, flushing.
"Louder," Draco said, slowly pushing into him again.
"Draco! Harder!" he yelled, biting his lip when he thought of who might have heard him, but that didn't matter now.
"Yes," Draco growled. He began thrusting fast and hard, loving the way Harry writhed under him.
Harry fisted the sheets as Draco fucked him, the bed beginning to rock with the force of the thrusts. Harry was sure he wasn't going to be able to walk right for the next few days, and he wasn't going to heal it just for that reason.
Draco was growling low in his throat again as he got closer, thrusting hard, and his claws were digging into Harry's flesh.
"I'm going ...." Harry shuddered as he came hard, unable to even finish his sentence. He clenched tightly around Draco as he did, his body arching off the bed.
Draco thrust several more times, Harry's body tightening around his cock as he came with a loud moan.
Harry moved, letting his left leg slip off of his shoulder and fall to the side. He groaned, the movement painful.
Draco eased his claws and cock out of his lover, sitting back up on his knees and looking down at him.
Harry's other leg fell down with another groan. He could feel his heart beating as he slowly began to calm his breathing, feeling the blood leak out of him. He didn't move yet, afraid to mess up the moment.
"You look so beautiful," Draco said, sighing. He loved the way Harry smelled: sex and blood.
Harry smiled gently. "Thank you," he said, feeling shy all of a sudden.
"I can't believe you want to be with me," Draco said quietly. "I could almost see why you ... wanted me before. Yet, here you are."
"Yet, here I am," he repeated softly, turning on his side.
Draco leaned over and licked at the new wounds on Harry's hips.
Harry sighed softly, too tired to do much but lie there. "At one point, I thought you were fucking me with the claws," he mumbled incoherently.
"Yes," Draco said, having cleaned the wounds and then rolling him over, licking the other ones. "And you liked it," he whispered.
"I loved it," he said softly, closing his eyes.
Draco curled up beside him, listening while Harry's breathing evened out as he fell asleep. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too," Harry whispered quietly, slipping off into a deep sleep a moment later.