Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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Getting the Magic Back
Chapter Number/Total: 19/24
Chapter Title: Getting the Magic Back
Words: 2565 Words
Draco growled, resisting the urge to punch the stone wall nearest him. He was pacing again. He was terrified of this hearing. He had tried to get out of it, even telling Harry he didn't want his wand back that badly. He had lied, and Harry had insisted.
Harry watched him pace from where he sat, wishing he could say something that would help him calm down. He understood what Draco was probably going through, remembering his first hearing back in his fifth year. "Draco?"
"What?" Draco snapped.
"Come here," Harry said, reaching out for his lover.
The blond paused in his path and sighed. He shook his head but came to Harry anyway, reaching his hand to his lover's.
"It'll be okay," Harry said softly, lacing their fingers together as he looked up at him. "Think about what you'll be able to do with it once you get it."
"If I get it," Draco responded promptly, but nodded. There was no arguing with Harry when he set his mind to something.
"You'll get it," Harry said confidently. "You have to."
Draco jumped when the heavy door opened and a witch stepped into view. "Draco Malfoy," she called out.
"Let me kiss you good luck," Harry said, trying to pull himself up.
Draco bent over the chair, cupping Harry's head with one hand and kissing him. "You are my good luck," he whispered.
Harry smiled, brushing his fingers down Draco's cheek. "I love you. Now go in there and get back what you deserve."
"Yes, my beauty," Draco answered, rolling his eyes and actually smiling. He straightened up and turned to the witch. She was frowning at him. He sighed and followed her into the Wizengamot.
Harry watched the door close behind them with a deep sigh, wishing he were allowed to sit inside with him. He reached for the wheels of the chair and began to move himself up and down the hallway, glancing back at the door every now and then. He couldn't hear what was happening, but he really hoped it was going well for Draco.
After what felt like hours, the large door opened again and Draco stepped from the chamber with an audible sigh. Harry stopped moving as soon as the door opened and looked at Draco expectantly. He couldn't tell what had happened just from looking at him. "Well?"
Draco arched an eyebrow at his lover, strode over to him and bent to kiss him again.
Harry kissed him back, but that still wasn't an answer. "Draco ..." he murmured, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"We need to go to Ollivander's next," Draco said softly, a small smile on his lips.
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed loudly, grinning as his arms slid around Draco's neck. He was nearly lifted out of his chair, but Harry didn't even notice. "You did it ...."
Draco laughed, bending down more to wrap his arms around Harry, too. "Well, I think you did it, but still, it will be nice," he said.
"More than nice. You're finally getting what you deserve," Harry said softly. "I'm so happy right now."
"So, let's go get the wand and then we can go home. I have a few spells I could practice on you," Draco answered with an eyebrow waggle.
Harry laughed, slowly loosening his arms so he could sit back down in the chair. "Do you really? Let's get you that wand then."
***
Draco took hold of Harry and the chair, bringing him on a Side-Along Apparition back to the threshold of Grimmauld. "Home," he announced, thrilled to have been able to use magic to take them home.
"With Draco's new wand!" Harry added, reaching up so Draco could lift him. He was so happy he hadn't even minded the wheelchair getting stuck in the door of the wand shop.
Draco carried Harry inside and set him on the sitting room sofa. He folded the wheelchair and set it by the door.
"Is anyone home?" Harry asked Draco, pushing himself up before he slid down on the couch.
Draco grinned and Disapparated. He reappeared a few minutes later. "Dobby says they are out," he told Harry.
"I can tell you're going to be doing that a lot," Harry laughed, shaking his head.
Draco laughed too. It had been nearly two years since he had had a wand. "So anything you want?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Uhm. No, I've got everything I need right now. You're happy, so I am," Harry replied, smiling at him. "But I can tell you're talking about something else ...."
Draco knelt beside the sofa. "We don't have to do anything really, just maybe make out?" He truly thought that he didn't expect or need more, he just wanted to celebrate with his lover.
Harry looked like he was thinking it over. "Snogging, snogging ...." He tapped his chin.
Draco grinned and waited, enjoying Harry's teasing.
Harry grinned back, reaching for Draco again. "Sounds wonderful."
Draco crawled up onto the sofa and pulled Harry into his lap. It felt wonderful to hold him. Of course, it still upset him that Harry wasn't completely well. Yet, his lover's mood was so much better that it made a big difference. "Comfortable?" he asked.
"Very," Harry answered, resting against Draco's chest, the feel of him more than comfortable.
Draco bent to kiss his lover, making it slow and gentle. He cradled Harry's head with his clawed hand, tilting his own head to caress Harry's lips with his, breathing in his lover's scent as he did.
Harry leaned up into the kiss, having always enjoyed the slow and simple kisses with Draco. He reached up to cup Draco's cheek, trying his best to show how much he loved the other man in one kiss.
Draco licked at Harry's lips, using his tongue to stroke them, and was delighted when Harry opened his mouth, sliding his tongue along Draco's. The sensuous kiss made the fur on his body stand up and his heart race. Draco's tongue continued to slide and explore his lover's mouth, claws curling into Harry's hair.
Harry shuddered and moaned softly, sliding an arm around Draco's neck. He wondered how he could be aroused without feeling below his waist, but surrendered to the feeling without needing to understand.
Slowly, but steadily, the kiss began to get more demanding, Harry's lips pressing against his harder. He wanted more, he always wanted more of Draco.
Draco returned it passionately, kissing and licking Harry's lips and then his chin, tempted to nip the soft flesh of his lover's throat.
Harry let his head fall back, breathing hard as he fought to catch his breath. "Draco, more ...."
"Anything," Draco whispered, licking and sucking on Harry's neck, claws combing his hair. He didn't use his teeth but the taste of Harry's skin, the feel of his pulse under his mouth -- it was all intoxicating.
"You, want you," Harry moaned, gripping Draco's shoulders. He thought of the last time they had tried to make love. "Make me remember, like before ...."
"Open your shirt," Draco said. "I want to touch you." He watched with delight as Harry reached up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off when he was finished. Draco caressed Harry's chest with the back of his hand, rubbing the soft fur over his lover's nipples.
Harry shivered at the feeling, watching Draco's face as his hand moved. "What would I do without you? I need you."
Draco hummed, sucking the skin of his lover's neck and working his way down to his nipples. "You have me," he whispered and then sucked that dark nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it.
"I do ... I do have you," Harry groaned, reaching up to slide his fingers into Draco's soft hair. "And you have me ... forever."
Draco sucked harder, adding just a touch of his sharp teeth, testing to see if that would still work for Harry now.
It most certainly did. Harry arched at just the hint of his teeth, pleasurable shivers going down his spine. "Yes ... that ...."
Encouraged, Draco bit a little harder, licking at the drop of blood that formed, his body shuddering with the taste and sending pleasurable surges down his spine.
"Love when you do that," Harry gasped, looking down at his chest. "Love it ...."
Draco tongued his way across Harry's chest to his other nipple, using the back of his hand to caress the now hard, sensitive flesh he had just left.
Harry's hand tightened in Draco's hair as he continued, his chest arched. Even though it felt so good to have Draco touch him like this, the only way he could really show him that he was enjoying it was through his expressions and actions. "Fuck ...." And his words.
Draco bit a little harder this time, licking at the nipple as it bled. He moaned again at the taste. Bloodplay had been a part of their relationship even before they chose it that way and even more so after his change. They had stopped when Harry was injured and Draco couldn't even begin to describe how much he had missed it.
Harry pulled at his hair, moaning as loudly as he could. "Draco," he gasped, biting down on his lip. Harry didn't know why blood and pain turned him on and he didn't care. It worked for them.
Draco mouthed his lover's nipple, lapping at the blood. He licked his lips as he drew back. Draco looked into Harry's eyes then. "Touch my cock," he whispered, "touch me while I help you remember."
Harry nodded slowly, looking into Draco's eyes as he reached down to undo Draco's trousers. "I'm remembering ..." he whispered, sliding his hand down into Draco's shorts.
Draco moaned as his lover's hand wrapped around his shaft. "Oh, yes," he gasped, shifting so that Harry could better touch him. "Imagine you are touching your own cock while I am preparing you. Your legs are spread for me. My hands slide up your thighs, cupping your balls."
Harry closed his eyes, imagining himself doing just as Draco said and opening his legs wider for him. "Yeah, open for you," he echoed.
Harry's hand squeezed Draco's cock and the blond gasped again. "My fingers are slick as I rub a finger against that tight hole, teasing you."
Harry moaned softly, his breath quickening at the thought -- almost able to feel it was really happening. "More, don't tease ..." he whispered.
"Mmm, so eager for me," Draco responded, shivering and his cock twitching in his lover's hand. "I slide the tip of my finger in slowly, as you beg me for more. I work it into you and out again."
Harry jerked as if he could actually feel Draco's finger inside him, a long low moan escaping him. "Feels good," he said softly, moving his hand up and down Draco's shaft.
"Yes, you feel so hot and warm as I slide another finger in, twisting and finding that spot inside you that makes you shiver with delight," Draco continued, his voice low with his own arousal.
Harry continued to gently stroke Draco as he spoke, shivering in delight as he listened to his lover's words. When he concentrated enough he could feel every movement. "Yes, Draco ...."
"I can feel you are ready for me, want me," Draco continued. "I pull my fingers slowly out and then rub the slick head of my cock against your entrance. You feel so perfect as I push into you, feeling that tight ring give as the head of my cock enters you." He felt Harry's hand clench around his cock as if mirroring the feeling of his body clenching.
Harry tensed like he usually did when Draco would first press inside, and then slowly relaxed, wriggling his hips in his mind. "You feel better," he said, squeezing Draco's cock.
"Yes, it feels so good to be inside you, feeling your muscles clenching around my cock. I slide all the way into you until my balls are pressed against yours," Draco whispered, shivering at the memory and arching into his lover's hand.
Harry's other hand reached to grip Draco's hip, as if he was making sure he stayed inside. "Move," he whispered, making a tight circle with his hand.
"Yes, I pull back, sliding nearly out and then into you again," Draco murmured, eyes closed as he imagined it. "I move inside you looking for that spot that makes you shudder and gasp under me."
Harry was gasping and shuddering, sliding down the couch without really noticing it. "Fuck me," he moaned, stroking Draco faster.
"Yes, fucking you now, sliding in and out and hitting that spot every time," Draco answered. "I can feel the way you love it, the way you need it." Draco was getting close now as Harry's hand stroked him.
"I need you," Harry whispered, pulling his other hand away so he could try to pull himself back up on the couch. "Are you close? In Harry's mind he was, his body beginning to tremble.
"Yes, come with me, my beauty," Draco gasped, fingers tightening in Harry's hair. "Come while I am inside you!" He shuddered, his seed spilling over Harry's hand.
Harry hissed before he shuddered hard a moment later, gasping for air and gripping the pillow next to him tightly. He didn't know if a person could actually come without his cock feeling anything, but he was sure he had.
Draco pulled Harry close, holding them while they caught their breath. "Yes, oh, yes," he gasped, "I love you so much." He had been so caught up in the fantasy and the sensations that he was almost surprised to find them both still mostly clothed.
"I love you, too," Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around Draco. He was out of breath and his skin was flushed. He even felt a little tired, even though all he did was touch Draco.
Draco took his wand and cast Cleaning Charms for both of them. It felt good to be able to do it. He then tucked himself back into his trousers and picked up his lover. "Let me take you to bed, love," he said, voice tender with affection.
"Okay," Harry replied, letting himself relax in Draco's arms. "I'm so lucky to have you."
Draco Apparated them to their room and tucked his lover into bed. He stood there staring at Harry for a long time. He had his wand back and today they had even gotten some of their physical intimacy back. Yet, he was determined it wouldn't stop there. He had to find a way to use getting his magic back to help his lover.
"Come in with me," Harry said, holding open the covers for him. "Can't sleep without you now."
"Always, my beauty," Draco said, stripping his clothes and climbing into the bed.
Harry turned, waiting to be pulled close. "I never thought I'd be this happy," he whispered.
Draco pulled his lover against his own body, sighing happily at the feel of him in his arms. "Oh, yes, my love." He petted Harry's hair. He had his magic back. Now he would find a way to help his lover.
"Goodnight, Draco," Harry murmured, kissing his chest and closing his eyes. "I love you."
Chapter Title: Getting the Magic Back
Words: 2565 Words
Draco growled, resisting the urge to punch the stone wall nearest him. He was pacing again. He was terrified of this hearing. He had tried to get out of it, even telling Harry he didn't want his wand back that badly. He had lied, and Harry had insisted.
Harry watched him pace from where he sat, wishing he could say something that would help him calm down. He understood what Draco was probably going through, remembering his first hearing back in his fifth year. "Draco?"
"What?" Draco snapped.
"Come here," Harry said, reaching out for his lover.
The blond paused in his path and sighed. He shook his head but came to Harry anyway, reaching his hand to his lover's.
"It'll be okay," Harry said softly, lacing their fingers together as he looked up at him. "Think about what you'll be able to do with it once you get it."
"If I get it," Draco responded promptly, but nodded. There was no arguing with Harry when he set his mind to something.
"You'll get it," Harry said confidently. "You have to."
Draco jumped when the heavy door opened and a witch stepped into view. "Draco Malfoy," she called out.
"Let me kiss you good luck," Harry said, trying to pull himself up.
Draco bent over the chair, cupping Harry's head with one hand and kissing him. "You are my good luck," he whispered.
Harry smiled, brushing his fingers down Draco's cheek. "I love you. Now go in there and get back what you deserve."
"Yes, my beauty," Draco answered, rolling his eyes and actually smiling. He straightened up and turned to the witch. She was frowning at him. He sighed and followed her into the Wizengamot.
Harry watched the door close behind them with a deep sigh, wishing he were allowed to sit inside with him. He reached for the wheels of the chair and began to move himself up and down the hallway, glancing back at the door every now and then. He couldn't hear what was happening, but he really hoped it was going well for Draco.
After what felt like hours, the large door opened again and Draco stepped from the chamber with an audible sigh. Harry stopped moving as soon as the door opened and looked at Draco expectantly. He couldn't tell what had happened just from looking at him. "Well?"
Draco arched an eyebrow at his lover, strode over to him and bent to kiss him again.
Harry kissed him back, but that still wasn't an answer. "Draco ..." he murmured, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"We need to go to Ollivander's next," Draco said softly, a small smile on his lips.
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed loudly, grinning as his arms slid around Draco's neck. He was nearly lifted out of his chair, but Harry didn't even notice. "You did it ...."
Draco laughed, bending down more to wrap his arms around Harry, too. "Well, I think you did it, but still, it will be nice," he said.
"More than nice. You're finally getting what you deserve," Harry said softly. "I'm so happy right now."
"So, let's go get the wand and then we can go home. I have a few spells I could practice on you," Draco answered with an eyebrow waggle.
Harry laughed, slowly loosening his arms so he could sit back down in the chair. "Do you really? Let's get you that wand then."
***
Draco took hold of Harry and the chair, bringing him on a Side-Along Apparition back to the threshold of Grimmauld. "Home," he announced, thrilled to have been able to use magic to take them home.
"With Draco's new wand!" Harry added, reaching up so Draco could lift him. He was so happy he hadn't even minded the wheelchair getting stuck in the door of the wand shop.
Draco carried Harry inside and set him on the sitting room sofa. He folded the wheelchair and set it by the door.
"Is anyone home?" Harry asked Draco, pushing himself up before he slid down on the couch.
Draco grinned and Disapparated. He reappeared a few minutes later. "Dobby says they are out," he told Harry.
"I can tell you're going to be doing that a lot," Harry laughed, shaking his head.
Draco laughed too. It had been nearly two years since he had had a wand. "So anything you want?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Uhm. No, I've got everything I need right now. You're happy, so I am," Harry replied, smiling at him. "But I can tell you're talking about something else ...."
Draco knelt beside the sofa. "We don't have to do anything really, just maybe make out?" He truly thought that he didn't expect or need more, he just wanted to celebrate with his lover.
Harry looked like he was thinking it over. "Snogging, snogging ...." He tapped his chin.
Draco grinned and waited, enjoying Harry's teasing.
Harry grinned back, reaching for Draco again. "Sounds wonderful."
Draco crawled up onto the sofa and pulled Harry into his lap. It felt wonderful to hold him. Of course, it still upset him that Harry wasn't completely well. Yet, his lover's mood was so much better that it made a big difference. "Comfortable?" he asked.
"Very," Harry answered, resting against Draco's chest, the feel of him more than comfortable.
Draco bent to kiss his lover, making it slow and gentle. He cradled Harry's head with his clawed hand, tilting his own head to caress Harry's lips with his, breathing in his lover's scent as he did.
Harry leaned up into the kiss, having always enjoyed the slow and simple kisses with Draco. He reached up to cup Draco's cheek, trying his best to show how much he loved the other man in one kiss.
Draco licked at Harry's lips, using his tongue to stroke them, and was delighted when Harry opened his mouth, sliding his tongue along Draco's. The sensuous kiss made the fur on his body stand up and his heart race. Draco's tongue continued to slide and explore his lover's mouth, claws curling into Harry's hair.
Harry shuddered and moaned softly, sliding an arm around Draco's neck. He wondered how he could be aroused without feeling below his waist, but surrendered to the feeling without needing to understand.
Slowly, but steadily, the kiss began to get more demanding, Harry's lips pressing against his harder. He wanted more, he always wanted more of Draco.
Draco returned it passionately, kissing and licking Harry's lips and then his chin, tempted to nip the soft flesh of his lover's throat.
Harry let his head fall back, breathing hard as he fought to catch his breath. "Draco, more ...."
"Anything," Draco whispered, licking and sucking on Harry's neck, claws combing his hair. He didn't use his teeth but the taste of Harry's skin, the feel of his pulse under his mouth -- it was all intoxicating.
"You, want you," Harry moaned, gripping Draco's shoulders. He thought of the last time they had tried to make love. "Make me remember, like before ...."
"Open your shirt," Draco said. "I want to touch you." He watched with delight as Harry reached up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off when he was finished. Draco caressed Harry's chest with the back of his hand, rubbing the soft fur over his lover's nipples.
Harry shivered at the feeling, watching Draco's face as his hand moved. "What would I do without you? I need you."
Draco hummed, sucking the skin of his lover's neck and working his way down to his nipples. "You have me," he whispered and then sucked that dark nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it.
"I do ... I do have you," Harry groaned, reaching up to slide his fingers into Draco's soft hair. "And you have me ... forever."
Draco sucked harder, adding just a touch of his sharp teeth, testing to see if that would still work for Harry now.
It most certainly did. Harry arched at just the hint of his teeth, pleasurable shivers going down his spine. "Yes ... that ...."
Encouraged, Draco bit a little harder, licking at the drop of blood that formed, his body shuddering with the taste and sending pleasurable surges down his spine.
"Love when you do that," Harry gasped, looking down at his chest. "Love it ...."
Draco tongued his way across Harry's chest to his other nipple, using the back of his hand to caress the now hard, sensitive flesh he had just left.
Harry's hand tightened in Draco's hair as he continued, his chest arched. Even though it felt so good to have Draco touch him like this, the only way he could really show him that he was enjoying it was through his expressions and actions. "Fuck ...." And his words.
Draco bit a little harder this time, licking at the nipple as it bled. He moaned again at the taste. Bloodplay had been a part of their relationship even before they chose it that way and even more so after his change. They had stopped when Harry was injured and Draco couldn't even begin to describe how much he had missed it.
Harry pulled at his hair, moaning as loudly as he could. "Draco," he gasped, biting down on his lip. Harry didn't know why blood and pain turned him on and he didn't care. It worked for them.
Draco mouthed his lover's nipple, lapping at the blood. He licked his lips as he drew back. Draco looked into Harry's eyes then. "Touch my cock," he whispered, "touch me while I help you remember."
Harry nodded slowly, looking into Draco's eyes as he reached down to undo Draco's trousers. "I'm remembering ..." he whispered, sliding his hand down into Draco's shorts.
Draco moaned as his lover's hand wrapped around his shaft. "Oh, yes," he gasped, shifting so that Harry could better touch him. "Imagine you are touching your own cock while I am preparing you. Your legs are spread for me. My hands slide up your thighs, cupping your balls."
Harry closed his eyes, imagining himself doing just as Draco said and opening his legs wider for him. "Yeah, open for you," he echoed.
Harry's hand squeezed Draco's cock and the blond gasped again. "My fingers are slick as I rub a finger against that tight hole, teasing you."
Harry moaned softly, his breath quickening at the thought -- almost able to feel it was really happening. "More, don't tease ..." he whispered.
"Mmm, so eager for me," Draco responded, shivering and his cock twitching in his lover's hand. "I slide the tip of my finger in slowly, as you beg me for more. I work it into you and out again."
Harry jerked as if he could actually feel Draco's finger inside him, a long low moan escaping him. "Feels good," he said softly, moving his hand up and down Draco's shaft.
"Yes, you feel so hot and warm as I slide another finger in, twisting and finding that spot inside you that makes you shiver with delight," Draco continued, his voice low with his own arousal.
Harry continued to gently stroke Draco as he spoke, shivering in delight as he listened to his lover's words. When he concentrated enough he could feel every movement. "Yes, Draco ...."
"I can feel you are ready for me, want me," Draco continued. "I pull my fingers slowly out and then rub the slick head of my cock against your entrance. You feel so perfect as I push into you, feeling that tight ring give as the head of my cock enters you." He felt Harry's hand clench around his cock as if mirroring the feeling of his body clenching.
Harry tensed like he usually did when Draco would first press inside, and then slowly relaxed, wriggling his hips in his mind. "You feel better," he said, squeezing Draco's cock.
"Yes, it feels so good to be inside you, feeling your muscles clenching around my cock. I slide all the way into you until my balls are pressed against yours," Draco whispered, shivering at the memory and arching into his lover's hand.
Harry's other hand reached to grip Draco's hip, as if he was making sure he stayed inside. "Move," he whispered, making a tight circle with his hand.
"Yes, I pull back, sliding nearly out and then into you again," Draco murmured, eyes closed as he imagined it. "I move inside you looking for that spot that makes you shudder and gasp under me."
Harry was gasping and shuddering, sliding down the couch without really noticing it. "Fuck me," he moaned, stroking Draco faster.
"Yes, fucking you now, sliding in and out and hitting that spot every time," Draco answered. "I can feel the way you love it, the way you need it." Draco was getting close now as Harry's hand stroked him.
"I need you," Harry whispered, pulling his other hand away so he could try to pull himself back up on the couch. "Are you close? In Harry's mind he was, his body beginning to tremble.
"Yes, come with me, my beauty," Draco gasped, fingers tightening in Harry's hair. "Come while I am inside you!" He shuddered, his seed spilling over Harry's hand.
Harry hissed before he shuddered hard a moment later, gasping for air and gripping the pillow next to him tightly. He didn't know if a person could actually come without his cock feeling anything, but he was sure he had.
Draco pulled Harry close, holding them while they caught their breath. "Yes, oh, yes," he gasped, "I love you so much." He had been so caught up in the fantasy and the sensations that he was almost surprised to find them both still mostly clothed.
"I love you, too," Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around Draco. He was out of breath and his skin was flushed. He even felt a little tired, even though all he did was touch Draco.
Draco took his wand and cast Cleaning Charms for both of them. It felt good to be able to do it. He then tucked himself back into his trousers and picked up his lover. "Let me take you to bed, love," he said, voice tender with affection.
"Okay," Harry replied, letting himself relax in Draco's arms. "I'm so lucky to have you."
Draco Apparated them to their room and tucked his lover into bed. He stood there staring at Harry for a long time. He had his wand back and today they had even gotten some of their physical intimacy back. Yet, he was determined it wouldn't stop there. He had to find a way to use getting his magic back to help his lover.
"Come in with me," Harry said, holding open the covers for him. "Can't sleep without you now."
"Always, my beauty," Draco said, stripping his clothes and climbing into the bed.
Harry turned, waiting to be pulled close. "I never thought I'd be this happy," he whispered.
Draco pulled his lover against his own body, sighing happily at the feel of him in his arms. "Oh, yes, my love." He petted Harry's hair. He had his magic back. Now he would find a way to help his lover.
"Goodnight, Draco," Harry murmured, kissing his chest and closing his eyes. "I love you."