Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Stick and Stones
Chapter Number/Total: 20/42
Chapter Title: Stick and Stones
Words: 2393 Words
Harry left the room fumingly angry, and began down the corridor. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but he needed to walk.
Draco strode after his husband, not touching him but matching his pace. He was angry at Pansy too, for hurting both Harry and Theo. But his primary concern was his husband.
Stopping suddenly, Harry leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.
Draco was breathing hard and deep, trying to get himself calmed down. He reached out then, cupping his husband’s cheek with his right hand.
Harry sighed heavily with Draco's touch. "Why did she - What was the point of -" He couldn't even get a sentence out.
Draco didn't know if Harry really needed an answer but he tried. "Just to hurt because she feels hurt," he whispered, knowing it because it was how he used to feel. He stepped closer to his lover.
Harry didn't say anything, just pulled Draco against him.
Draco trembled when Harry pulled him closer, the other man's anger and magic swirling over him even as the blond responded to his body. "Yours," he gasped.
Harry nodded firmly, letting Draco's body against his own calm him.
Draco rubbed his face against Harry's as he pressed him to the wall, arousal quickly climbing.
Harry grasped the back of Draco's neck with one hand and pressed the other to the small of Draco's back. "Will you dance with me?" he whispered against his ear. "Right here? I don't care if there's no music."
Draco mirrored his lover's hand movements, fingers of his right hand in Harry's hair and his left at his waist, pulling him away from the wall and moving with him. He let the memory of music play in his head as he did.
Harry closed his eyes, so incredibly sick of being angry and hurt that he just didn't want to even think about feeling that way. He moved with Draco in the silence, dancing with him in the dark, empty corridor, their breaths and the small noises of one body against the other echoing against the stone.
Draco began to hum the tune in his head, face pressed to the side of his lover's so that the low sound was shared between them. Eyes closed, he swayed and moved, losing himself in the perfection of dancing with the man he loved. No one else mattered.
Harry moved his mouth against Draco's neck, holding him more tightly against himself with his hand.
Draco kept his feet moving and his body swaying as he began to lick and nibble at Harry's ear.
Kissing the skin under his lips, Harry's fingers gently tugged and pulled at the material of Draco's shirt.
Draco's hand at Harry's neck reached into thick dark hair, tightening as he began to nip and suck at his lover's neck just below his ear.
Harry pushed Draco against the wall then. He didn't shove him into it or pin him with force, only pressed completely against him. He brought his lips to his husband's, kissing him languidly as he continued to pull at Draco's shirt until it had come untucked.
Tilting his head, Draco returned his lover's kisses as his silver hand slid down to cup Harry's arse.
Harry moaned quietly, pulling back for only a moment to lift the shirt off of Draco and let it fall to the floor. He slid his hands up the naked chest to rest upon broad shoulders and then back down as he brought his mouth to Draco's again.
Draco felt the stone wall against his back and his lover's hot hands on his skin, trembling with his arousal. It was exciting being right out in the halls like this. He didn't know if Harry was aware of what he was doing or if he should say something.
Harry sort of knew where they were, but it was as if his ability to care had completely escaped him. He might have Apparated had they been at home, but they were in Hogwarts and he couldn't. So he just went with it. He reached for his own shirt hem.
Draco slid his silver hand up, helping his husband off with his shirt. He had to release Harry's hair to help but was then rewarded by access to more of that lovely skin.
Pressing his chest against Draco's, Harry breathed hotly into his mouth as he reached his hands down to the fasteners on Draco's trousers.
Draco moaned, hand reaching again for Harry's hair and his tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth.
Harry worked quickly then, fingers flying as he worked the trousers open and pushed them and the shorts down to Draco's knees, which was as far as he could get them without leaving his husband's lips.
Draco gasped, the feeling of being so exposed making him even harder. "Oh, yes," he encouraged, sucking on his lover's tongue and lips as much as possible.
Harry's voice was a very low hum as he quickly tugged off the rest of his own clothes. He didn't know why he'd stripped them both manually. He'd simply felt like it, but he removed the trousers around both their ankles with his magic. The clothing landed next to them on the floor and Harry was grinding into Draco, hands on the wall beside him.
Draco moaned, his cock sliding against Harry's and his hands roaming over the man's back and arse.
Harry hardly made a sound except to breathe and he was already beginning to sweat, even though it wasn't particularly hot in the corridor. "Lift you up or turn around?" he rasped against Draco's mouth, cutting off any answer Draco might have given with a kiss, but he forced himself to let up again.
Draco's head was spinning - the kisses, the caresses and the words mingling. "Yes," he answered, trying to indicate that Harry should choose.
Harry was confused for a moment, but then took the answer to mean that Draco would like it either way. He brought hands to Draco's legs, hoisting him up and holding him there with his body. He remembered being fucked this way in their bathroom at home. It wasn't particularly the most convenient position, but there was definitely something about being pressed so tightly against a wall, something about being supported wholly by your lover. And there was something about being the support as well, the one doing the holding.
Draco gasped, legs wrapping around Harry's waist and arms around his shoulders. He moaned at the feel of cold stone against his back and hot flesh pressing into him. "Fuck me, yes," he whispered against his lover's lips.
Harry pressed against Draco even more tightly as he let him go with one hand, bringing it below to prepare him. A low moan broke his silence as he pressed slick fingers into Draco.
Draco moaned louder now as Harry's fingers pressed inside, his own cock pressed to his lover's stomach, sliding against the sensitive skin. "Oh, please, yes," he begged.
Harry slicked Draco's entrance and his own erection within a few quick moments and then he was guiding his cock up, sliding into Draco in one thrust as he panted.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco growled as his lover's flesh and magic filled him.
Harry gasped, trying to get a hold on himself and on Draco as sensation spread throughout his body. He gripped Draco's sides tightly, beginning to move against him.
Draco pressed his face into Harry's neck as his lover fucked him against the wall. The rough stone scraping against his back actually added to his arousal and he moaned again as Harry thrust into him.
Harry made small growling noises as he thrust into Draco, using what felt like every muscle he possessed in his body, including his tongue as he turned his head and licked Draco's ear.
"Yes, my lion, yes," Draco gasped, loving the feeling of being taken by his husband.
Harry groaned as his mind spun. It was exactly what he wanted - to feel nothing except Draco in that moment. Nothing but Draco around him, nothing but Draco's smell, nothing but Draco's voice, and noises, and hands, and body, and everything. "Fuck," he let out in a breath, thrusting harder.
"Yes, claim me, fill me," Draco chanted, feeling Harry's magic rising with each thrust.
"Fuck," Harry let out again, louder as he spilled his seed inside Draco, bracing one hand against the wall for support.
Draco cried out as he came, Harry's cock and magic bringing him. "Harry, yes," he gasped against his husband's skin.
Harry groaned again, sliding awkwardly to the ground with Draco. They landed in a tangled heap, panting.
Draco still clung to Harry, not wanting to let go yet. "Yes," he said, "nothing and no one moves me like you do."
Harry hugged Draco tightly against himself, kissing his shoulders. "No one does anything for me like you do," he whispered back. "No one could ever be like you. We could have the most imperfect relationship in the world and it would still be more perfect to me than anything else could ever be."
Draco nodded, not knowing if what Harry had said actually made sense to him but that it meant he wanted him. He hugged him tightly.
Harry remained on the floor with Draco for a few more moments, holding him, until he jumped when a throat was cleared. He turned his head, expecting to see a person standing in the corridor, and was instead met with the sight of The Fat Lady's friend, Violet, sitting in the painting of a field of flowers.
"Never in all my days have I seen behaviour like that," she said haughtily, though there were pink blotches on her face and neck and she certainly hadn't tried to interrupt them during the sex.
Harry made a face, Summoning his and Draco's clothes from a few feet away.
Draco laughed, kissing Harry quickly before taking his clothes from his husband.
"Guess we're lucky it wasn't anyone else," Harry muttered as he got to his feet, performed Cleaning Charms on both himself and Draco, and slid his boxers on indignantly. "You don't have to watch us get dressed, you know," he snapped at the woman peering from the wall.
She huffed and disappeared from the frame, off to tell The Fat Lady, no doubt, what she had witnessed.
Draco grinned at his husband, blushing a bit. "Let's go collect our son," he said as he pulled up his trousers.
Harry smiled and nodded, pulling on the rest of his clothes and then holding his hand out for Draco to take.
Dressed now, Draco slipped his hand into Harry's and then tugged him close again for another kiss. "Home tomorrow," he reminded him happily. He had had enough nostalgia for the moment.
Harry sighed, and there was relief in it. "Home," he agreed.
They walked together up to Gryffindor tower, and Harry walked over to take Valen off Ginny's hands.
"Back early?" she asked, handing over Valen's toys, blanket, and nappies as well.
Harry shrugged. "Just tired, I guess."
Valen squealed as he practically leapt into Harry's arms. He was good with others, like Ginny, but always got excited when returned to his dads.
Draco smiled, taking the rest of the things from Ginny. "Thanks for watching him," he added.
"No problem," Ginny answered, leaning in to kiss one of Valen's hands before Harry and Draco took him upstairs with them.
Draco followed his husband and son, lost in thought about the events of the night. It had been a mistake to let their guard down around Pansy. Maybe he spent so much time around Gryffindors he had become too trusting.
Harry sighed as he lay Valen down on the bed to change him into pyjamas. "Going home tomorrow," he told him as the baby began playing with his own feet. "Can't wait to get away from this mess."
Draco sat on the other side of the bed, watching them. "Yes, home," he said softly. Then after a minute. "I didn't want to answer."
Harry frowned, focusing on getting Valen's arms out of his shirt. "I know," he answered, quiet as well.
Draco looked away, out the dark window of the tower. "The answer was just about the physical, not ... not that I am happy about what happened."
"I know," Harry said again, finally finished with dressing the baby. He sat down next to Draco with Valen in his lap. "I know you wouldn't ever do anything like that to us, and I know you didn't."
Some of the fear he was carrying eased then, and Draco crawled across the bed, leaning in to gently kiss his husband and then to kiss the top of Valen's head. The little boy reached for his silver hand and, when Draco let him, began gnawing on it.
Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "What do you want to do about Pansy?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "I figured you wanted to handle it."
Draco nodded. "But not by reporting her. Then there would be a hearing. That would involve public disclosure of what happened ...."
Harry made a face. "No," he sighed. "I don't want that."
"Exactly," Draco said. "I will find a way to deal with her, but not that." He was relieved, not wanting to have to deal with the public humiliation of recounting the experience.
Harry nodded. "You do whatever you want," he said, hoping Draco didn't think he had to do anything on account of him.
Valen had fallen asleep in Harry's lap, clutching Draco's hand in his fingers and drooling on it. Draco smiled down. "We make decisions together, don't we?" he asked, looking into his husband's eyes again.
"Yes," Harry answered. "But I know I don't want it blowing up in public, and aside from that, what else could I do about it?"
"We handle it the Slytherin way. We let it go for now and wait until there is a way to get the upper hand," Draco explained, smiling at the trust his husband showed in him.
"The Slytherin way," Harry repeated, kissing Draco softly. "Deal."
"Anything else Slytherin you want?" Draco asked, voice low with his pleasure.
Harry hummed in pleasure of his own. "Let me put Valen to bed."
Chapter Title: Stick and Stones
Words: 2393 Words
Harry left the room fumingly angry, and began down the corridor. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but he needed to walk.
Draco strode after his husband, not touching him but matching his pace. He was angry at Pansy too, for hurting both Harry and Theo. But his primary concern was his husband.
Stopping suddenly, Harry leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.
Draco was breathing hard and deep, trying to get himself calmed down. He reached out then, cupping his husband’s cheek with his right hand.
Harry sighed heavily with Draco's touch. "Why did she - What was the point of -" He couldn't even get a sentence out.
Draco didn't know if Harry really needed an answer but he tried. "Just to hurt because she feels hurt," he whispered, knowing it because it was how he used to feel. He stepped closer to his lover.
Harry didn't say anything, just pulled Draco against him.
Draco trembled when Harry pulled him closer, the other man's anger and magic swirling over him even as the blond responded to his body. "Yours," he gasped.
Harry nodded firmly, letting Draco's body against his own calm him.
Draco rubbed his face against Harry's as he pressed him to the wall, arousal quickly climbing.
Harry grasped the back of Draco's neck with one hand and pressed the other to the small of Draco's back. "Will you dance with me?" he whispered against his ear. "Right here? I don't care if there's no music."
Draco mirrored his lover's hand movements, fingers of his right hand in Harry's hair and his left at his waist, pulling him away from the wall and moving with him. He let the memory of music play in his head as he did.
Harry closed his eyes, so incredibly sick of being angry and hurt that he just didn't want to even think about feeling that way. He moved with Draco in the silence, dancing with him in the dark, empty corridor, their breaths and the small noises of one body against the other echoing against the stone.
Draco began to hum the tune in his head, face pressed to the side of his lover's so that the low sound was shared between them. Eyes closed, he swayed and moved, losing himself in the perfection of dancing with the man he loved. No one else mattered.
Harry moved his mouth against Draco's neck, holding him more tightly against himself with his hand.
Draco kept his feet moving and his body swaying as he began to lick and nibble at Harry's ear.
Kissing the skin under his lips, Harry's fingers gently tugged and pulled at the material of Draco's shirt.
Draco's hand at Harry's neck reached into thick dark hair, tightening as he began to nip and suck at his lover's neck just below his ear.
Harry pushed Draco against the wall then. He didn't shove him into it or pin him with force, only pressed completely against him. He brought his lips to his husband's, kissing him languidly as he continued to pull at Draco's shirt until it had come untucked.
Tilting his head, Draco returned his lover's kisses as his silver hand slid down to cup Harry's arse.
Harry moaned quietly, pulling back for only a moment to lift the shirt off of Draco and let it fall to the floor. He slid his hands up the naked chest to rest upon broad shoulders and then back down as he brought his mouth to Draco's again.
Draco felt the stone wall against his back and his lover's hot hands on his skin, trembling with his arousal. It was exciting being right out in the halls like this. He didn't know if Harry was aware of what he was doing or if he should say something.
Harry sort of knew where they were, but it was as if his ability to care had completely escaped him. He might have Apparated had they been at home, but they were in Hogwarts and he couldn't. So he just went with it. He reached for his own shirt hem.
Draco slid his silver hand up, helping his husband off with his shirt. He had to release Harry's hair to help but was then rewarded by access to more of that lovely skin.
Pressing his chest against Draco's, Harry breathed hotly into his mouth as he reached his hands down to the fasteners on Draco's trousers.
Draco moaned, hand reaching again for Harry's hair and his tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth.
Harry worked quickly then, fingers flying as he worked the trousers open and pushed them and the shorts down to Draco's knees, which was as far as he could get them without leaving his husband's lips.
Draco gasped, the feeling of being so exposed making him even harder. "Oh, yes," he encouraged, sucking on his lover's tongue and lips as much as possible.
Harry's voice was a very low hum as he quickly tugged off the rest of his own clothes. He didn't know why he'd stripped them both manually. He'd simply felt like it, but he removed the trousers around both their ankles with his magic. The clothing landed next to them on the floor and Harry was grinding into Draco, hands on the wall beside him.
Draco moaned, his cock sliding against Harry's and his hands roaming over the man's back and arse.
Harry hardly made a sound except to breathe and he was already beginning to sweat, even though it wasn't particularly hot in the corridor. "Lift you up or turn around?" he rasped against Draco's mouth, cutting off any answer Draco might have given with a kiss, but he forced himself to let up again.
Draco's head was spinning - the kisses, the caresses and the words mingling. "Yes," he answered, trying to indicate that Harry should choose.
Harry was confused for a moment, but then took the answer to mean that Draco would like it either way. He brought hands to Draco's legs, hoisting him up and holding him there with his body. He remembered being fucked this way in their bathroom at home. It wasn't particularly the most convenient position, but there was definitely something about being pressed so tightly against a wall, something about being supported wholly by your lover. And there was something about being the support as well, the one doing the holding.
Draco gasped, legs wrapping around Harry's waist and arms around his shoulders. He moaned at the feel of cold stone against his back and hot flesh pressing into him. "Fuck me, yes," he whispered against his lover's lips.
Harry pressed against Draco even more tightly as he let him go with one hand, bringing it below to prepare him. A low moan broke his silence as he pressed slick fingers into Draco.
Draco moaned louder now as Harry's fingers pressed inside, his own cock pressed to his lover's stomach, sliding against the sensitive skin. "Oh, please, yes," he begged.
Harry slicked Draco's entrance and his own erection within a few quick moments and then he was guiding his cock up, sliding into Draco in one thrust as he panted.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco growled as his lover's flesh and magic filled him.
Harry gasped, trying to get a hold on himself and on Draco as sensation spread throughout his body. He gripped Draco's sides tightly, beginning to move against him.
Draco pressed his face into Harry's neck as his lover fucked him against the wall. The rough stone scraping against his back actually added to his arousal and he moaned again as Harry thrust into him.
Harry made small growling noises as he thrust into Draco, using what felt like every muscle he possessed in his body, including his tongue as he turned his head and licked Draco's ear.
"Yes, my lion, yes," Draco gasped, loving the feeling of being taken by his husband.
Harry groaned as his mind spun. It was exactly what he wanted - to feel nothing except Draco in that moment. Nothing but Draco around him, nothing but Draco's smell, nothing but Draco's voice, and noises, and hands, and body, and everything. "Fuck," he let out in a breath, thrusting harder.
"Yes, claim me, fill me," Draco chanted, feeling Harry's magic rising with each thrust.
"Fuck," Harry let out again, louder as he spilled his seed inside Draco, bracing one hand against the wall for support.
Draco cried out as he came, Harry's cock and magic bringing him. "Harry, yes," he gasped against his husband's skin.
Harry groaned again, sliding awkwardly to the ground with Draco. They landed in a tangled heap, panting.
Draco still clung to Harry, not wanting to let go yet. "Yes," he said, "nothing and no one moves me like you do."
Harry hugged Draco tightly against himself, kissing his shoulders. "No one does anything for me like you do," he whispered back. "No one could ever be like you. We could have the most imperfect relationship in the world and it would still be more perfect to me than anything else could ever be."
Draco nodded, not knowing if what Harry had said actually made sense to him but that it meant he wanted him. He hugged him tightly.
Harry remained on the floor with Draco for a few more moments, holding him, until he jumped when a throat was cleared. He turned his head, expecting to see a person standing in the corridor, and was instead met with the sight of The Fat Lady's friend, Violet, sitting in the painting of a field of flowers.
"Never in all my days have I seen behaviour like that," she said haughtily, though there were pink blotches on her face and neck and she certainly hadn't tried to interrupt them during the sex.
Harry made a face, Summoning his and Draco's clothes from a few feet away.
Draco laughed, kissing Harry quickly before taking his clothes from his husband.
"Guess we're lucky it wasn't anyone else," Harry muttered as he got to his feet, performed Cleaning Charms on both himself and Draco, and slid his boxers on indignantly. "You don't have to watch us get dressed, you know," he snapped at the woman peering from the wall.
She huffed and disappeared from the frame, off to tell The Fat Lady, no doubt, what she had witnessed.
Draco grinned at his husband, blushing a bit. "Let's go collect our son," he said as he pulled up his trousers.
Harry smiled and nodded, pulling on the rest of his clothes and then holding his hand out for Draco to take.
Dressed now, Draco slipped his hand into Harry's and then tugged him close again for another kiss. "Home tomorrow," he reminded him happily. He had had enough nostalgia for the moment.
Harry sighed, and there was relief in it. "Home," he agreed.
They walked together up to Gryffindor tower, and Harry walked over to take Valen off Ginny's hands.
"Back early?" she asked, handing over Valen's toys, blanket, and nappies as well.
Harry shrugged. "Just tired, I guess."
Valen squealed as he practically leapt into Harry's arms. He was good with others, like Ginny, but always got excited when returned to his dads.
Draco smiled, taking the rest of the things from Ginny. "Thanks for watching him," he added.
"No problem," Ginny answered, leaning in to kiss one of Valen's hands before Harry and Draco took him upstairs with them.
Draco followed his husband and son, lost in thought about the events of the night. It had been a mistake to let their guard down around Pansy. Maybe he spent so much time around Gryffindors he had become too trusting.
Harry sighed as he lay Valen down on the bed to change him into pyjamas. "Going home tomorrow," he told him as the baby began playing with his own feet. "Can't wait to get away from this mess."
Draco sat on the other side of the bed, watching them. "Yes, home," he said softly. Then after a minute. "I didn't want to answer."
Harry frowned, focusing on getting Valen's arms out of his shirt. "I know," he answered, quiet as well.
Draco looked away, out the dark window of the tower. "The answer was just about the physical, not ... not that I am happy about what happened."
"I know," Harry said again, finally finished with dressing the baby. He sat down next to Draco with Valen in his lap. "I know you wouldn't ever do anything like that to us, and I know you didn't."
Some of the fear he was carrying eased then, and Draco crawled across the bed, leaning in to gently kiss his husband and then to kiss the top of Valen's head. The little boy reached for his silver hand and, when Draco let him, began gnawing on it.
Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "What do you want to do about Pansy?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "I figured you wanted to handle it."
Draco nodded. "But not by reporting her. Then there would be a hearing. That would involve public disclosure of what happened ...."
Harry made a face. "No," he sighed. "I don't want that."
"Exactly," Draco said. "I will find a way to deal with her, but not that." He was relieved, not wanting to have to deal with the public humiliation of recounting the experience.
Harry nodded. "You do whatever you want," he said, hoping Draco didn't think he had to do anything on account of him.
Valen had fallen asleep in Harry's lap, clutching Draco's hand in his fingers and drooling on it. Draco smiled down. "We make decisions together, don't we?" he asked, looking into his husband's eyes again.
"Yes," Harry answered. "But I know I don't want it blowing up in public, and aside from that, what else could I do about it?"
"We handle it the Slytherin way. We let it go for now and wait until there is a way to get the upper hand," Draco explained, smiling at the trust his husband showed in him.
"The Slytherin way," Harry repeated, kissing Draco softly. "Deal."
"Anything else Slytherin you want?" Draco asked, voice low with his pleasure.
Harry hummed in pleasure of his own. "Let me put Valen to bed."