Dragon Hunt

Harry was continuing to pace before the floo at Grimwauld Place. Sirius had made him sandwiches and forced him to eat as he paced. Draco had been gone for a little over twelve hours. It was infuriating. What could be taking so long?! His hands were shaking and his chest ached. He felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. He needed Draco. Gods, two months ago he was pining away for Cedric and now he would do anything to be near Draco.

He had a momentary flash of guilt for getting over Cedric so quickly, but he knew Cedric would want him to be happy. And he was happy. Draco made him happy. Well, at least he would be happy if Draco would ever return.

His thoughts continued in a circular pattern for hours longer before the floo sprung to life. Draco stepped through looking just as quaffed as he had when he left. When he was clear of the green flames, he practically collapsed with exhaustion. Upon seeing Harry though, the purr perked up with relief. “Gods, Draco!” Harry gasped. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Draco said softly. “Just tired,” he breathed. Harry scooped him up in his arms and burst up the stairs to their room. Draco thought he’d be laid out on the bed, but Harry carried his straight through to the bathroom. Hurriedly, Harry stripped him down, pulled his hair from its binding and placed him under the warm shower. “Wh—“

“This isn’t you, not when you’re with me. You shouldn’t have to pretend; you should be who you are.” Harry cradled Draco in his arms as he washed his hair and body. “My dragon,” he sighed. Draco stayed practically boneless until Harry had dried them both and curled up on the bed with him, arms wrapped protectively around the dragon. “What happened?”

“The Dark Lord wanted to see my new abilities. He had me turn and he tested me. Apparently I breathe fire well, and can fly over one hundred and twenty miles per hour. There is more, but I didn’t allow him to see. He wanted me to be marked.” Harry jumped, running his hand over the pale flesh of Draco’s forearm. “Severus talked him out of it, saying it would be too difficult to hide at Hogwarts. The Dark Lord said I shouldn’t return, but Severus said it would be too difficult to explain why he, as my new guardian and a teacher at the school, wouldn’t have me return.”

“I’ll have to thank him when I see him,” Harry said. “It hurt being away from you, hurt not hearing you.”

“What do I sound like?” Draco asked, hoping to change the topic of conversation.

“Like a cat purring, but—it’s constant. And while a cat is always contented when it purrs, every emotion you have comes through whether you scared or sad or happy or even horny.”

“If it is saying I’m horny now, it’s not working,” Draco said softly. Harry heard sadness in the purr and something he couldn’t quite name. Shame?

Harry swallowed and his voice lowered. “No. Now it’s saying that you’re tired and relieved to be in my arms.”

“Then maybe it does work. What else does my purr tell you?”

Harry took a long moment to contemplate it. “It also says that when you wake up you want me to ravage you to within an inch of sanity.”

“Hmm, we’ll see.” Harry laughed. Draco curled tighter and drifted off to sleep in his mate’s embrace.



“Harry needs to train,” Sirius argued.

Charlie just shook his head. “They need to mate.”

“They’ve done that,” Sirius said with distaste.

Charlie shook his head. “As I said before, a complete bonding in the dragon world could take a month. Harry and Draco need as much time together, completely uninterrupted. The interruption before could have completely unforeseen circumstances. It may weaken the bond, or lengthen the time it would take to solidify, or even force them to remain in close contact for the rest of their lives.

”We give them as much time as we can. Harry was seen publicly yesterday. Draco’s public absence can be excused due to his parents’ deaths. There is no reason for anyone to disturb them at all until Harry needs to leave for the Hogwart’s Express,” Charlie finished firmly. “It is for Harry’s benefit as well as Draco’s,” Charlie added to stave off any arguments. “Harry needs the bond now. You saw it yourself. He’d go mad without it. It is in everyone’s best interest to allow the bond to cement itself. They will emerge on their own schedule.”

Sirius was unmoved. “He needs to learn to fight. Besides, that much sex will require sustenance. Maybe not for Draco’s dragon metabolism, but certainly for Harry’s human one.”

“Then I propose a spell to send food and drink in.” Sirius move to argue. “Look, you know how Harry refused to be touched?”

“It upset Draco.”

“It upset Draco because it meant an interruption in the bonding. Every touch Harry received that wasn’t his own hurt Draco as well as the bond. Snape said that Draco was tested and studied by Voldemort and his followers. Each of those touches weakened the bond. They need to be uninterrupted in order to erase that weakness.”

“But—“

“Damn it, Sirius!” Charlie shouted. “Harry is not a warrior or a weapon. He’s just a kid! Harry will be fighting Voldemort soon, a fight that will end in death! Give him a week, one damned week to be young and in love!” With that, Charlie stomped away. Sirius looked up, seeing his partner and lover with arms folded, leaning in the doorway. Sirius had the decency to look ashamed.

Harry awoke to a delicious sensation, hands running over his shoulders, chest, abdomen. And then a kiss bringing him to full alertness. Harry deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with Draco, his hands in the soft blonde hair. Draco tried to pull away, but Harry sat up to follow and before he knew Draco has intended anything more than a kiss, the dragon guided himself onto the brunette. Harry felt himself enclosed in that familiar heat that he could only describe as home.

He gasped and fell back onto his pillow, looking up to see the glorious sight of Draco taking his pleasure from Harry. Smooth, pale skin. Beautiful. His almost white hair fell partially over his face as well as stuck up in all directions making him look even more wanton. And as his head fell back in reaction to his pleasure, he exposed the long column of his throat. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed, unable to find his true voice. He reached forward, running a single finger along Draco’s shaft. It instantly released Draco and in turn, Harry.

Draco collapsed on Harry. “Sorry to wake you,” Draco said in a voice that showed that he was truly not.

“My pleasure,” Harry croaked. Draco looked down at him in concern briefly before crawling off of him to grab something out of Harry’s vision.

“Sit up,” Draco urged before taking his place back on Harry’s lap. He handed Harry a glass and watched him chug it down before taking a slice of bread and cheese from a tray that had mysteriously appeared for himself. “You need rest and nourish—“ Draco started.

“I need you,” Harry argued. He cut off the dragon’s arguments with a kiss. “When we get back to school, we’ll have only nights and—I’ll eat and rest when we have to separate. Not before.”