Ferinus Consanguinitas

I know, I know, its been way too long since I updated, but school has been keeping me extra busy, who knew doing an art degree would have so much homework :). So anyway, here is the next chapter for your viewing pleasure and once I learn how to shade better in my life drawing class I will be do some drawings of our favorite couple so bear with me and I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Angst Ahead!!

Unbeta'd


A dark haired boy moans softly in his sleep as a broom callous finger trails down his spine. His fitful dreams of a snakelike man are pushed far away as the finger leaves only to return to his body slick with saliva. A damp trail is left down the base of his spine as the hand slips under his boxers, the wet finger stopping over his puckered skin. Pushing back against the caress causes him to wince in pain as his abrupt motion forces the tip of the finger past his tight ring of muscles. Both bodies pause their movements as the pain ebbs from the Harry's body. Lust filling his mind with fog, the green eyed boy slowly began to rock himself on the singular digit, moaning deep in his throat as the finger twists inside of him, his shoulders caressed with soft lips and teasing bites. Another twinge of pain assaults him again as another finger is pressed into his hole, made even more aching as what little lubrication had been on the fingers was now gone. Harry felt a slight shifting from the body beside his before he hears Draco's voice, deep with lust, and the tingling of a cleaning spell deep within him. The fingers inside him do not move until the cold feeling of lube touches his slightly stretched entrance. Harry moans again as the long fingers rub against each other, spreading and warming the liquid before moving in and out of him, slowly at first, but picking up speed as Harry's breath grows short. A third finger is added followed by an explosion of pleasure as the digits grazed over the bundle of nerves. Harry's hands fist the sheets, wanting badly to wrap around his now weeping erection, but he only grips the silk sheets tighter, wanting the sensations to last, knowing the blond will make him feel more pleasure than Harry could ever hope for with his hand alone. But the dark haired boy's resolve is shaken as the fingers are pulled from his body and he is forced roughly to his stomach. His hips are pulled off the bed and boxers hastily removed from his body, the waist band still caught on one ankle, before he is dropped unceremoniously back to the mattress. The texture of the sheets causes wonderful friction on his member and Harry grinds himself into them leaving a wet mess of precum on the black fabric. The dark haired man looks behind him as he hears the beautiful moans of the blond, Draco's head is thrown back exposing the long column of his neck, gloriously naked as he slicks his cock with lube. Harry bites his lower lip as he takes in the sight, red rimmed gray eyes meet with his own. A deep sadness penetrates those stormy orbs, but it is quickly replaced with lust as Harry raises himself to his knees his eyes never leaving Draco's, bracing his body on his elbows, baring his stretched hole for the blonde's use. No other prompting needed Draco seats himself fully into Harry in one swift and well lubricated motion. The pain is sharp and tears well in green eyes, but Harry forces himself not to cry out, not to show that he is hurting. The blond waits to move, feeling the tense muscles of the body under him, knowing the pain his entrance has caused. Muscles slowly relax and Harry relishes the motion of a soft cheek being rubbed against his back, gentle kisses moving up his spine.

"I always ended up hurting you." Draco's hot breath washes over Harry's neck as the blonde's trembling hands run down the side of his body. The pale hands linger at Harry's stomach before teasingly moving down, one grasping Harry's cock while the other draws lazy circles around the line of dark hair under his naval. The slow pace Draco sets with his hand is madding and the feeling of those long fingers lightly grazing his stomach makes Harry want to giggle and moan at the same time. The moan won out though as the pain dissipated and Draco began to slowly rock himself in and out of Harry at the same pace as the hand fisting around his cock. Harry tries to thrust back, tries to increase the pace, but the hand lingering at his stomach moves to grip tightly onto his hip, not stopping Harry's momentum but easing once again to the slower pace.

"Please Draco."

"No Harry, your gone, and I want to savor my dreams, HE is going to win this war and if I survive, I will be nothing more than a breeding stud for the next generation of deatheaters." Confusion breaks through Harry's lust filled mind, but only for a moment before his mental faculties break once again as Draco changes his angle, rubbing across Harry's prostate. The rhythm stays slow, Draco rolling his hips with every slow thrust. The dark haired boy's entire body begins to shake with need, the pleasure is maddening but to slow, Harry forces himself to breath, trying to control the urge to pin Draco down and ride him fast and hard to completion. In and out, Draco's warm body flush with his own, heated skin sliding smoothly together, its just too slow. With a swift movement Harry grabs Draco's hands, pulling him off balance and rolling them both over, still connected.

"What the fuck Harry!" Contorting his body over Draco's, bent legs spread on either side of the blonde's thighs, back arched, arms straight and hands gripping his own ankles. Waiting a moment to adjust his body Harry sets a nearly frantic pace, angling his hips, forcing the head of Draco's cock to pound relentlessly into his prostate. So close, Draco's hands running up and down his sides, his legs spread slightly and bent, trying awkwardly to add his own thrusts up into Harry's tight heat. Whines of protest escape from Harry's mouth as his hips are caught in Draco's bruising iron grip, but are smothered as his head is turned sharply and soft lips cover his own.
"Move back." Draco speaks into his mouth and Harry nods helping the blond shift them both back on the bed. Draco props up the numerous pillows under his own arched back, their bodies once again flush together, before releasing Harry's hips and allowing him to resume his previous motions. Harry starts moving again, using the same speed he had set before, but Draco's soft moans in his ear encourage Harry go slower, wanting to prolong those beautiful noises.

"You so fucking hot Harry." Those deliciously smooth hands move all over his torso, exploring the tanned skin of Harry's body before gripping his hips again, speeding up the pace. Closing his eyes, fighting against the coiling pleasure, wanting this moment to last longer, Harry throws his head back, resting on Draco's shoulder. Both of their movements become frantic, release coming closer, Harry feels wetness coating his inner walls and Draco's breath hitching beside his ear. A pale hand wraps around his cock and with only a few quick pumps Harry comes as well, his inner muscles squeezing Draco's softening cock, forcing a weak moan from the blond. Neither move as they attempt to catch their breath, relishing the silence as they come down from the euphoria of their orgasms.

"This is too real, this doesn't feel like a dream." Draco's panting breath was slowing back to a normal pace and feather light kisses were placed on the back of Harry's neck. Draco rolls them both to their sides, spooning behind Harry, his spent cock slipping from Harry's hole with a rush of cum.

"Well maybe cause it isn't a dream Draco." Harry says as he squirms, not liking the feeling of cooling semen between his ass cheeks. Behind him Draco tenses and Harry can feel the trembling of the blond's hands that were currently wrapped around him side. Draco's hot breath on his ear is shaky as well.

"B-But your dead, you went through the veil, n-no one comes back from the veil." Harry rolls to face Draco, placing one hand on the blonde's cheek. His gray eyes are wide, filled with so many mixed emotions; hope, fear, confusion, denial, all combined to leave Harry a bit breathless.

"You should know by now Draco, that I have a rather annoying tendency to survive things that I shouldn't." Draco's mouth stands agape and his eyes lose focus at Harry's teasing tone. Threading his fingers together with Draco's pale hand he squeezes, making the blond refocus on Harry, an unspoken question burning in his gray eyes 'How?'.

"Behind the veil was just another realm I suppose, Lyra was able to take us from there to the shadow realm and then back here." Draco looks away from Harry, flexing his pale fingers in Harry's overly tight grip.

"Is....Is Lyra...Is she..?" Harry grabs Draco's chin, forcing his eyes back to his own.

"She is fine, just a little worn out from dragging four people through the shadows. She is next door with Charlie." Draco lets out a shuddering breath, turning away from Harry once more, their bodies no longer in contact with each other. Harry is unsure whether he should try to comfort the blond and reaches out to touch him, but they are both startled by the loud 'POP' of a house elf.

"Minky has cleaned Mr. Potter's clothes sir." Minky sets the clothes Harry had taken off the night before down on the nightstand, including the boxers he had only fully taken off minutes before. Harry blushed to his roots, wondering when exactly the house elf had retrieved that article of clothing.

"Thank you Minky." The house elf smiled brightly before another loud 'POP' signified its exit.

"Why are you thanking a house elf Potter." Well there is the "Malfoy" tone Harry had gotten used to over the years, Harry sighed as he looked around for his wand before answering the aristocratic blond.

"Because its the right thing to do." Harry squirms a bit, trying not to further stain Draco's sheets with the cum trying to escape his hole as he stands to get his clothes. Reaching to the nightstand he grabs his wand and with a soft sigh relieves himself of the uncomfortable feeling as the cleaning spell takes effect.

"Never mind Malfoy, I would probably have more luck trying to explain compassion to a brick wall." Harry puts his wand back down as slips on the newly cleaned clothes along with his shoes and socks before letting out a deep breath. Unsure how to say goodbye to his lover? boyfriend? Harry isn't sure what Draco is to him, but he doesn't think either of those words would apply to what they have.

"Why are you even here Potter? Did you just wake up one morning, decide you were gay and wanted to get fucked by a guy that you have hated for six years?" His words are spoken softly, and Harry's shoulders tense as Draco moves behind his body.

"You do know who let those deatheaters into Hogwarts, don't you Potter?" Draco's pale arms wrap around Harry's body, the dark haired boy can't help the shudder that runs along his spine, and finds himself wondering if its lust or revulsion. Draco's breath is hot against his ear, his naked torso burning heat through the fabric of Harry's shirt.

"I'm not a kind person and you will never here me spouting poetry to you or whatever it is that you Gryffindorks think their fuck buddies should do, cause that is all I am and ever will be to you, a fuck buddy. I could give a shit less if I see you any other time, cause all you are to me is a hole to put my cock in." Harry wants to struggle, needs to push him away, but the words ring true and Harry knows he still wants it, still wants Draco. The blond grinds their hips together,

"You don't think I know that Draco, I know that I don't mean anything to you, but I can't help but want to be around you." A hand slips down to Harry's crotch, grasping his re awaking erection through his clothing.

"Why did you choose me Harry, I know that redheaded bint would suck your cock in a heartbeat if you asked. Why me?" His belt is undone and a pale hand is thrust underneath his baggy pants and boxers, fisting his cock as an equal hardness is pushed against his arse.

"I don't know Draco, you have always been there, always ready to make my blood boil." The hand moves faster as both of their hips rock together, Draco's mouth licking and caressing as it moves up his neck, biting as he reaches Harry's ear.

"So you think this is some love/hate bullshit between us? Well sorry to inform you Potter, I don't love you and I never will." The pain shouldn't have been there, those words he knew to be true shouldn't have had so much effect, but they still hurt. Harry's body tenses and both of their movements slow.

"I think that is the point Draco." The pale hand releases its grip and moves from his crotch to rest lightly on Harry's hip.

"Are you demented or something, I thought that was all you damn Gryffindores are after, true love right?"

"True love?" The bitterness in Harry's words made Draco flinch, loosing his grip on the shorter boy's hips as Harry turns to face him. Harry rough fingers trail over Draco's jaw as he continues.

"I'm not meant for love Draco. Do you actually think that I am going to survive this war?" A flash of sadness in gray eyes and Harry moves closer into Draco's embrace, dropping his hands to run them softly down the blond's arms.

"I know my death will still hurt them, but I don't want to taint what Ginny could have in the future by being with her now, but with you, you could care less about me, I'm just a well placed hole in a willing body to you." Harry wraps his arms Draco waist as his chin is forced up by a pale hand. His face is close and his words are barely a whisper.

"At least you know where you stand with me." Draco's kiss is rough, pulling Harry's head back by his hair, his tongue forcing Harry's lips apart, but the kiss is cut short as the blond tears his mouth away, leaving the taste of copper in Harry's mouth.

"So you want to play Potter, its not very nice to bite." Draco's hand is by his mouth wiping away a trail of blood.

"What are you talking about, I didn't bite you." Draco grabs Harry's face, pushing his upper lip up and staring at Harry's elongated canines. Gray eyes squint in the darkness and Harry feels pale fingers running down the length of his newly acquired teeth.

"What the hell happened to your teeth Potter?" Draco retreats from Harry, grabbing his wand from the bed.

"Potion side-effect." Harry mumbles, watching as all of the muscles tense in Draco's back, the blond turns back slowly with a concerned look on his face.

"Your not worried about me now, are you Draco?" Harry bitter tone is punctuated with a burst of pain as Draco lights his wand.

"Turn the damn light off Malfoy" His plea is ignored and Draco only puts the light closer to Harry's face.

"What potion did you take?" Closing his eyes does little to block the bright light from Draco's wand as Harry walks blindly towards the nightstand looking for his own wand. Harry finally locates it, wedged between the nightstand and the bed and with great relief casts the spell to shield his sensitive eyes. Draco is yelling something at him, but he only catches his surname screamed at the top of the blond's lungs.

"What did you say?" Harry turns back to Draco and notices with some disappointment that his more interesting bits are now covered in boxers.

"WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THE POTION POTTER!?!?" Draco's eyes are seething and any hope of having a repeat of earlier activities fades from Harry's mind. He fixes his pants, letting Draco stew as his teenage hormones morn the loss of sex.

"Ferinus Consanguinitas, its just supposed to help me with my occlumancy." Draco backs away from him as if he has the plague, his head lowers, both hands wringing his wand as he speaks in a low voice.

"You have no clue do you? You have no clue what you have done." Harry takes a step towards Draco, trying to comfort the obviously distressed teen.

"What are you talking about Draco?" Harry's hands are batted away violently and a wand is shoved into his face.

"Get out Potter." Harry stands his ground, his own wand held loosely at his side.

"Not until you tell me what is going on." He trys to make his voice comforting, but Harry's anger at the situation is overflowing.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Sight you half blooded freak." His voice is low and cold, and it hurts, worse than any of his scathing comments and insults over the years. His gray eyes hold nothing but contempt as they stare straight into green, Harry tries to hold the gaze, but turns away after only a moment. After see those eyes filled with laughter and sadness, it hurts to his very core to see them filled with hate once again. Harry's Gryffindore spirit is telling him to stay and force Draco to tell him what the problem is, but he knows from the look in those eyes that he won't be able to get him to say anything right now. Harry turns around, swiftly walking out of the bedroom and across the common room. Draco's footsteps follow him and Harry hesitates at the door, daring himself to look back, hoping to see something other than hate. The door knob turns without a sound and the light of the hallway floods the room. Harry glances back at the blond out of the corner of his eye as he walks out of the room, red-rimmed eyes filled with hate. Harry quickly turns away and out the door, coming face to face with cold gray eyes?

"Mr. Potter, I'm so glad you found your way back to the world of the living once again." The sarcastic voice of the Malfoy patiarch was not something Harry needed to be on the receiving end of this early in the morning, but he quickly covers his startled look and tried to discreetly wipe away the wetness that had unwillingly invaded his eyes before maneuvering out from between Lucius and the still open door to his son's room. The two wizard's faced each other, the distance between them not far enough for Harry's liking.

"You don't seem very surprised to see me Mr. Malfoy, how did you know I was here?" The smirk Harry knew so well spread across Lucius' face, making Harry feel open and exposed under its scrutiny.

"The house elves keep me informed on ALL occurances in my household Mr. Potter." The stress on that tiny word was accompanied by the elder Malfoy's eyes sweeping up and down Harry's body, and he felt the need to scrub himself raw to get rid of that lingering gaze. Haunting gray returned to green and with a slight nod of his head, Lucius swept into his son's room without so much as a knock.

"I said get ou....father." Harry could see Draco standing is the same spot he had last seen him, unashamed standing in only his boxers as he faced his father. But his gaze leaves his elder clone, landing once again on Harry, burning him with the intensity of its loathing.

"You knew about the potion didn't you." Statement, no questioning in the younger's voice as Draco returns his gaze to the elder Malfoy.

"Now Draco, your mother and I only want for your happiness." Draco and Harry both snorted at the obvious lie.

"My happiness father? You have been planning this? He is a half-blood!! It would ruin everything to......" The voices silenced as the door was slammed in Harry's face, filling the empty hallway with an awkward silence. Harry put his ear to the door, but no sound came through. He kicked the bottom of the door in anger before turning back to his own room. He needed to know what was going on, why Draco was so angry with him about the potion and whatever Lucius was planning couldn't bode well for Harry. Hurrying back to his own room, Harry yelled the password and rushed through the door.

"Where are they, where are they." Harry muttered under his breath searching through his messy common room, the house elves must not have been here yet today cause the entire place was littered with tissues and butterbeer bottles. Harry cursed and ran to Ron's room, throwing open the door and instantly regretting the action as his eyes burned from the sight of his two best friends mid orgasm. Missionary style, Hermione's legs were wrapped tightly around Ron's thighs as she shuddered and thrashed under him. Harry shudders as he hears the wet rhythmic slapping of flesh, and he quickly turns his face away from the disturbing scene, his gaze landing conveniently on the now repaired extendable ears sitting on the dresser. Harry carefully grabs the flesh colored item and very slowly backs out of the room and shuts the door. He rushes across the common room, opening the door just in time to see Lucius back as he walks down the hallway towards the stairs. Cursing under his breath he glances towards Draco's room before closing the door. Throwing the ears on the couch, Harry stalks towards his bedroom, shedding his shoes and socks along the way. Grabbing the knob, Harry rests his head on the cold wood frame before slowly opening the door. Throwing off his shirt, he walks to his trunk to grab a fresh change of clothes and a vial of headache potion. Finding said clothes and bottle he tips its back swallowing it with a grateful sign before throwing the empty container on his bed, narrowly missing a shapely leg sticking out from under his covers. Red hair cascades out across the pillow and the tear and snot stained face of on Ginny Weasley peaks out from under the sheets, eyes still closed in sleep. Creeping slowly and quietly Harry edges towards the bathroom, a few silencing, and locking charms later he had his forehead pressed against the cold tile as the hot water beat against his back.


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