Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Manifest Love
Chapter Number/Total: 22/52
Chapter Title: Manifest Love
Words: 2943 Words
Harry wanted to open the door to the "love room", or whatever it was, this time instead of Draco, just to see if it would work for him. It did, of course, and he stepped through the door with his husband, both of them wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak again.
"I'll just be in my lab," Lee told them. He'd given Harry a slip of parchment containing the number of times the room would spin on Sundays and the accompanying number of doors to count to find his.
"Okay," Harry answered, pulling the Cloak off.
Lee nodded and shut the door for them.
Draco nodded too and stood just inside the room. He looked at Harry - not the window.
Harry took a large breath and let it out in a huff. "So, do we - or I - go in there today?"
"If the point is to see what will happen if you do, then, yes," Draco said, nervous.
Harry bit his lip, taking a few steps over to the glass door that would allow him entrance into the room with the ribbons. They were already following his movements around the room. "Well, I guess it's now or never," he said. He twisted the simple lock on the door and stood poised to pull it open.
"Do you want me to stay here and watch?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged a bit. "I guess that would be better," he said. "Who knows what will happen if you go in there with me."
Draco pulled his wand, not knowing what to expect but wanting to be ready. He nodded.
Harry took another large breath and pulled the door open, stepping into the other room quickly. He hadn't been expecting to hear anything, but he did. Besides the soft humming noise of the ribbons, which were all crowding around him and trying to touch him, he heard what sounded like very quiet phoenix song. The ribbons seemed to be making that noise as well. It was odd. Harry's heart soared a bit and he was filled with the strange, stomach-flipping feeling he got whenever Draco told him he loved him or when he watched Valen do something new or funny. He could hardly see past the ribbons surrounding him, but he turned to face the glass to try and see Draco.
Draco was staring, eyes-wide and mouth a bit slack, at the sight of his lover surrounded in such powerful magic. Without knowing he had done it, he walked to the window and stood looking at him with an intense longing.
Harry smiled slightly and pulled off his shirt. The feeling of the ribbons was nice, like a gentle breeze, or sunshine on the skin, or both. He couldn't decide. More ribbons attached themselves there, making him laugh a bit from their tickle.
Draco reached his silver hand out, pressing it against the glass and swallowing thickly as Harry took his shirt off.
Harry held out his arms in front of him to watch the ribbons there, such a vivid red. Almost glowing. He swung his arms, surprised to see that the ribbons didn't lose their hold on him, but it was strange, because when he looked closely, it was like they weren't attached at all, just floating there.
Draco's heart was beating fast and he set his wand aside, pressing both hands to the glass.
Harry looked back up at Draco through the glass, a small bit amused to see him looking like a child staring at a toy he wanted very badly. He stepped back over to the door and opened it again, finding that the ribbons left his body and seemed unable to follow him out of the room.
Draco moaned, his eyes never leaving Harry as he turned to meet him when he came through the door. He knew he should be thinking about the effects of the magic, but they were too powerful for him. He wanted to touch Harry - no, he needed Harry.
"Pretty interesting," Harry said, closing the door behind him. "I just wonder how I'm supposed to take them inside my body now."
Draco strode forward and pressed Harry to the wall next to the door, his mouth closing over his and his hands pulling his lover's hips against his own.
Harry's eyes widened and he kissed Draco back, but then pulled away gently. "I see they've had the same effect on you," he said, mouth close to Draco's.
Draco licked and sucked at Harry's jaw, oblivious to anything else.
Harry sighed, knowing they wouldn't get anywhere with Draco behaving this way, although he couldn't say he minded very much.
The blond whimpered, pressing his groin against Harry's, his hands digging into Harry's arse.
"Yours," Harry whispered, thrusting against Draco and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
Draco had forgotten his wand on the desk and he wasn't sure if he could've remembered a single incantation at that point. Harry had already taken his shirt off and Draco began to rip at his own.
Harry slid his hand up Draco's stomach and chest underneath his shirt, his other hand clenched in the material. Sometimes he simply liked to watch Draco strip, but now was not one of those times. He found himself clenching air the next second as he relieved Draco of his clothes with his magic.
Gasping as his erection was freed and rubbing against the fabric of Harry's trousers, Draco sucked hard at Harry's neck and ground himself against him.
Harry sucked in a breath sharply and grasped Draco's shoulder, quickly removing his own trousers and thrusting his hips and groin against Draco's, throwing his head back at the feel of so much bare skin.
Draco rubbed himself against Harry, moaning as their bodies slid together. "I ... know ... how ...." he tried to gasp between nips at Harry's chest.
Harry hadn't the faintest clue what Draco was talking about. "Huh?" he let out in a whimper.
Draco breathed deeply, trying to think coherent thoughts, but unable to find words. Instead, he walked backwards from the wall, pulling Harry with him and toward the door.
Harry followed Draco mindlessly, stumbling a bit as he was led.
Draco pulled him to the door of the enclosed room and then reached to fumble with the handle.
Harry's eyes widened slightly when he realised what Draco was doing. "What ...?" he breathed. "Draco ... what ...?"
"Magic inside," Draco gasped.
Harry still didn't really know what was going on or what Draco wanted inside the room for. He prepared himself to pull Draco out of the room if he couldn't handle it.
When Harry didn't resist, Draco opened the door and pulled them inside. He moaned loudly as the ribbons came at them.
Harry was already so full of the stomach-flipping feeling, he couldn't really tell the difference between being in here and being in the other room. He could hear the music though and feel the feather-light touch from the ribbons on his skin.
Draco's mouth closed over Harry's again, tongue thrusting against his husband's lips as he ground his body against the other man's.
"Mmm," Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, hands pressed flat against his back. "Draco," he panted, "you can't ... stay in here that ... long."
"Fuck me," Draco gasped, body shuddering as he panted.
Harry wondered if that was such a good idea. "What if ... something ... happens?" he said, his body still pressed firmly against Draco's.
Draco pulled his husband back until they reached a pallet in the near corner of the room and then he fell back with him, so that Harry landed on top of him. It should have hurt to fall like he did, but every part of him felt on fire with desire.
Harry hadn't even known there had been a pallet in the room. He hadn't noticed it before, but could hardly think of it now. He gasped and ground down into Draco, despite still wondering if they should do this. He watched as the ribbons around them seemed to glow brighter as the feelings inside him grew.
"Inside!" Draco gasped, wrapping his legs around Harry's hips.
Harry gasped and his eyes widened again at Draco’s movement. "No ... lube yet," he said, trying to clear his head. "You're not ready."
Draco whimpered. The ribbons around them were becoming less distinct, moving so fast they were becoming a red blur.
Harry moved as fast as he possibly could, pressing slick fingers inside his husband in one quick movement. He used his other hand to slick his cock at the same time, holding himself up awkwardly with his legs.
The power in the room was rising so fast that it was like it sucked the air out of his lungs and Draco was panting to breathe.
Harry pressed into Draco gently and nearly didn't give him enough time to adjust before he pulled back slightly and pushed back in, holding Draco close with his hands and arms.
As Harry pushed into him, the energy spiralled up, making Draco's head spin and his body flush. No ribbons of energy, no red blurs - now it was a warm red glow, surrounding and filling them.
Harry groaned from deep in his throat, blood rushing and heart pounding as he watched the obvious pleasure on Draco's face.
Harry's magic always made the rest of the world seem cold in comparison, but now it was like being in the centre of a bonfire as the power rushed into him and Draco. Draco cried out at pleasure so intense it was more like pain.
As Harry's orgasm grew nearer, it was the oddest thing in the world. He could swear he felt like he was being filled, but he couldn't tell if he actually was, or if it was just the sex, but he felt it nonetheless.
An aurora of crimson heat surrounded Harry now and Draco shivered at so much power touching him inside and out. Harry's magic soaked it up and made it his own, while Draco felt he was nearly drowning in it.
There was no doubt in Harry's mind now that something was happening. Not only could he feel it, he could see it. He felt filled up and emptied at the same time as he came hard inside of Draco with a hoarse shout. His very skin seemed to glow a faint red and his heart soared again. He could hear the song like it was inside his head.
Draco felt the pain/pleasure peak as magic roared through his body, feeling like it sizzled his very nerves. Everything went red and then black as he passed out.
Harry was panting with his face pressed into Draco's neck. The ribbons had settled down a bit now and were simply wiggling against them again. "Draco?" he rasped. There was no response.
Harry opened his eyes wide and pulled back a bit. "Merlin," he said weakly when he took in Draco's limp form. He'd known they shouldn't have done this. He quickly pulled out of his husband and got to his feet, Lightening Draco and pulling him into his arms to carry him as fast as he could back into the lab. He laid Draco gently on the floor and removed the charm, getting to his knees next to him. "Draco, wake up," he said, heart beating quickly with the hope that it would be all he needed to do. Draco was warm and breathing, but didn't stir at the command.
Confused, Harry sat and stared. He could see Draco breathing, and he knew he wasn't going cold. He was unsure of what he should do to get him to wake up.
Harry looked around him, but he knew he wouldn't find anything to help him. He considered going to Lee, but he couldn't think of what the man would be able to do. He didn't know any more about this power than Harry or Draco did - probably less. Harry reached and pulled Draco into his lap. "Draco, please wake up," he told him in a very frightened whisper. "Please, please wake up, please."
Draco felt warmth surrounding him, rocking him, and he smiled gently at the feeling. He knew it was Harry, even if he wasn't awake enough to think about it.
Harry's breath was coming quicker the longer he sat there holding Draco. He could feel panic settling because he had no idea what to do. He looked around again, swallowing the lump in his throat. What if this was something serious? It would be all his fault. He could've pulled Draco out of that room if he'd wanted to.
Draco stretched and shuddered, feeling sore but happy as he began to wake up.
Harry let out a groan of relief as Draco moved. He quickly raised his hand and wiped at his eyes embarrassedly and used his other to hold Draco tighter.
Draco blinked, looking up at his husband. "Hi," he said quietly, a small smile on his face.
Harry sighed shakily and pressed his forehead to Draco's. "You bloody scared me," he said weakly.
"Again?" Draco asked, amused. "What did I do now?"
Harry pressed his lips to Draco's softly. "You were ... knocked out or something," he said quietly.
Draco blinked again, then gave up trying to focus on the glowing image of Harry. He closed his eyes and kissed him back. "I'm just tired now," he said softly. "Did you try Ennervate?"
Harry blushed a bit at his own absentmindedness. "No," he said quietly.
Draco chuckled. "You never can remember that spell," he said, patting Harry's arm.
Harry smiled softly and shrugged. "So you're okay?" he asked quietly.
"I think so," Draco said, blinking again as he tried to focus on Harry. "That's an amazing effect," he said. "You are still glowing."
Harry looked down at himself, confused. "No I'm not," he said. His skin looked normal to him.
Draco smiled dreamily. "And you are all warm and tingly," he said, curling against him.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" he said, amused.
"Yes," Draco said, face pressed against Harry's belly.
Harry smiled down at Draco and took his hand to kiss it lightly. "So I guess it worked then," he said. "Did I take the power in?"
Draco licked at the skin in front of him. "Mmhmm," he replied.
"Draco ...." said Harry warily. "Shouldn't we get out of here for today?"
"Mmm?" he replied, rubbing his face against Harry again.
"Draco," Harry repeated, "we do have a son that we left with our friends." He was staring at Draco with raised eyebrows.
"Oh," Draco said, and then chuckled. "Wait until he sees you!"
Harry smiled and snorted. "Is it that strong?" he said.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered, forgetting everything again as he nuzzled Harry's skin.
"Well, we better get up before you want to shag again," Harry said, leaning away from Draco slightly, still amused.
"Sure," Draco said distractedly, but didn't get up.
Harry snorted again. "I'll make a deal with you," he said. "You let me up now and you can do whatever you want to me when we get home, or have me do whatever you want to you, hmm?"
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, then blinked. "Where are we?"
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked incredulously. "We're still in the Ministry."
"Oh," Draco said, frowning and looking about in confusion.
"What did you think I was talking about when I said Valen was at home with Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Valen," Draco said, trying to clear his head. Harry's magical presence was so bright it was hard to see anything else.
Harry frowned slightly. "Maybe I should move away from you," he said.
"Cast the spell," the blond huffed.
"Oh," Harry said, laying a hand over Draco. "Ennervate," he muttered.
Draco's eyes widened and he shuddered. "Fuck," he said as his cock twitched too. He forced himself to sit up, groaning at his sore muscles.
"Perhaps I'll give you a massage when we get home," he said, squeezing Draco's shoulders briefly. "If Valen will let me."
Draco nodded, wondering where his clothes were. He looked around.
"On the desk," Harry said, knowing what Draco was looking for. He got to his feet and picked up his shirt which he'd dropped near the door and then walked over to the desk where he'd sent the rest of his clothes.
Draco had to hold on to the wall to get up. It never ceased to amaze him how he could be in pain, aroused, and happy at the same time. It seemed like a normal combination around Harry. He staggered over to the desk and began the process of trying to dress himself.
Harry was able to dress much quicker than Draco was, throwing on his clothes like nothing had happened. "Are you all right?" he asked, coming over to help with the buttons on Draco's shirt.
Draco would have shrugged, but that would hurt. "I will be," he said, trying to tuck his still half-erect cock back into his trousers.
Harry kissed Draco gently again. "Do you want me to take care of that quickly, or will it probably only hinder?" he asked, noticing what Draco was doing.
"As much as I want to," Draco smirked, "I think it is helping keep me awake."
Harry nodded and smiled crookedly. "All right," he said. "I'll go get Lee." And he turned from Draco and strode across the room.
Chapter Title: Manifest Love
Words: 2943 Words
Harry wanted to open the door to the "love room", or whatever it was, this time instead of Draco, just to see if it would work for him. It did, of course, and he stepped through the door with his husband, both of them wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak again.
"I'll just be in my lab," Lee told them. He'd given Harry a slip of parchment containing the number of times the room would spin on Sundays and the accompanying number of doors to count to find his.
"Okay," Harry answered, pulling the Cloak off.
Lee nodded and shut the door for them.
Draco nodded too and stood just inside the room. He looked at Harry - not the window.
Harry took a large breath and let it out in a huff. "So, do we - or I - go in there today?"
"If the point is to see what will happen if you do, then, yes," Draco said, nervous.
Harry bit his lip, taking a few steps over to the glass door that would allow him entrance into the room with the ribbons. They were already following his movements around the room. "Well, I guess it's now or never," he said. He twisted the simple lock on the door and stood poised to pull it open.
"Do you want me to stay here and watch?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged a bit. "I guess that would be better," he said. "Who knows what will happen if you go in there with me."
Draco pulled his wand, not knowing what to expect but wanting to be ready. He nodded.
Harry took another large breath and pulled the door open, stepping into the other room quickly. He hadn't been expecting to hear anything, but he did. Besides the soft humming noise of the ribbons, which were all crowding around him and trying to touch him, he heard what sounded like very quiet phoenix song. The ribbons seemed to be making that noise as well. It was odd. Harry's heart soared a bit and he was filled with the strange, stomach-flipping feeling he got whenever Draco told him he loved him or when he watched Valen do something new or funny. He could hardly see past the ribbons surrounding him, but he turned to face the glass to try and see Draco.
Draco was staring, eyes-wide and mouth a bit slack, at the sight of his lover surrounded in such powerful magic. Without knowing he had done it, he walked to the window and stood looking at him with an intense longing.
Harry smiled slightly and pulled off his shirt. The feeling of the ribbons was nice, like a gentle breeze, or sunshine on the skin, or both. He couldn't decide. More ribbons attached themselves there, making him laugh a bit from their tickle.
Draco reached his silver hand out, pressing it against the glass and swallowing thickly as Harry took his shirt off.
Harry held out his arms in front of him to watch the ribbons there, such a vivid red. Almost glowing. He swung his arms, surprised to see that the ribbons didn't lose their hold on him, but it was strange, because when he looked closely, it was like they weren't attached at all, just floating there.
Draco's heart was beating fast and he set his wand aside, pressing both hands to the glass.
Harry looked back up at Draco through the glass, a small bit amused to see him looking like a child staring at a toy he wanted very badly. He stepped back over to the door and opened it again, finding that the ribbons left his body and seemed unable to follow him out of the room.
Draco moaned, his eyes never leaving Harry as he turned to meet him when he came through the door. He knew he should be thinking about the effects of the magic, but they were too powerful for him. He wanted to touch Harry - no, he needed Harry.
"Pretty interesting," Harry said, closing the door behind him. "I just wonder how I'm supposed to take them inside my body now."
Draco strode forward and pressed Harry to the wall next to the door, his mouth closing over his and his hands pulling his lover's hips against his own.
Harry's eyes widened and he kissed Draco back, but then pulled away gently. "I see they've had the same effect on you," he said, mouth close to Draco's.
Draco licked and sucked at Harry's jaw, oblivious to anything else.
Harry sighed, knowing they wouldn't get anywhere with Draco behaving this way, although he couldn't say he minded very much.
The blond whimpered, pressing his groin against Harry's, his hands digging into Harry's arse.
"Yours," Harry whispered, thrusting against Draco and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
Draco had forgotten his wand on the desk and he wasn't sure if he could've remembered a single incantation at that point. Harry had already taken his shirt off and Draco began to rip at his own.
Harry slid his hand up Draco's stomach and chest underneath his shirt, his other hand clenched in the material. Sometimes he simply liked to watch Draco strip, but now was not one of those times. He found himself clenching air the next second as he relieved Draco of his clothes with his magic.
Gasping as his erection was freed and rubbing against the fabric of Harry's trousers, Draco sucked hard at Harry's neck and ground himself against him.
Harry sucked in a breath sharply and grasped Draco's shoulder, quickly removing his own trousers and thrusting his hips and groin against Draco's, throwing his head back at the feel of so much bare skin.
Draco rubbed himself against Harry, moaning as their bodies slid together. "I ... know ... how ...." he tried to gasp between nips at Harry's chest.
Harry hadn't the faintest clue what Draco was talking about. "Huh?" he let out in a whimper.
Draco breathed deeply, trying to think coherent thoughts, but unable to find words. Instead, he walked backwards from the wall, pulling Harry with him and toward the door.
Harry followed Draco mindlessly, stumbling a bit as he was led.
Draco pulled him to the door of the enclosed room and then reached to fumble with the handle.
Harry's eyes widened slightly when he realised what Draco was doing. "What ...?" he breathed. "Draco ... what ...?"
"Magic inside," Draco gasped.
Harry still didn't really know what was going on or what Draco wanted inside the room for. He prepared himself to pull Draco out of the room if he couldn't handle it.
When Harry didn't resist, Draco opened the door and pulled them inside. He moaned loudly as the ribbons came at them.
Harry was already so full of the stomach-flipping feeling, he couldn't really tell the difference between being in here and being in the other room. He could hear the music though and feel the feather-light touch from the ribbons on his skin.
Draco's mouth closed over Harry's again, tongue thrusting against his husband's lips as he ground his body against the other man's.
"Mmm," Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, hands pressed flat against his back. "Draco," he panted, "you can't ... stay in here that ... long."
"Fuck me," Draco gasped, body shuddering as he panted.
Harry wondered if that was such a good idea. "What if ... something ... happens?" he said, his body still pressed firmly against Draco's.
Draco pulled his husband back until they reached a pallet in the near corner of the room and then he fell back with him, so that Harry landed on top of him. It should have hurt to fall like he did, but every part of him felt on fire with desire.
Harry hadn't even known there had been a pallet in the room. He hadn't noticed it before, but could hardly think of it now. He gasped and ground down into Draco, despite still wondering if they should do this. He watched as the ribbons around them seemed to glow brighter as the feelings inside him grew.
"Inside!" Draco gasped, wrapping his legs around Harry's hips.
Harry gasped and his eyes widened again at Draco’s movement. "No ... lube yet," he said, trying to clear his head. "You're not ready."
Draco whimpered. The ribbons around them were becoming less distinct, moving so fast they were becoming a red blur.
Harry moved as fast as he possibly could, pressing slick fingers inside his husband in one quick movement. He used his other hand to slick his cock at the same time, holding himself up awkwardly with his legs.
The power in the room was rising so fast that it was like it sucked the air out of his lungs and Draco was panting to breathe.
Harry pressed into Draco gently and nearly didn't give him enough time to adjust before he pulled back slightly and pushed back in, holding Draco close with his hands and arms.
As Harry pushed into him, the energy spiralled up, making Draco's head spin and his body flush. No ribbons of energy, no red blurs - now it was a warm red glow, surrounding and filling them.
Harry groaned from deep in his throat, blood rushing and heart pounding as he watched the obvious pleasure on Draco's face.
Harry's magic always made the rest of the world seem cold in comparison, but now it was like being in the centre of a bonfire as the power rushed into him and Draco. Draco cried out at pleasure so intense it was more like pain.
As Harry's orgasm grew nearer, it was the oddest thing in the world. He could swear he felt like he was being filled, but he couldn't tell if he actually was, or if it was just the sex, but he felt it nonetheless.
An aurora of crimson heat surrounded Harry now and Draco shivered at so much power touching him inside and out. Harry's magic soaked it up and made it his own, while Draco felt he was nearly drowning in it.
There was no doubt in Harry's mind now that something was happening. Not only could he feel it, he could see it. He felt filled up and emptied at the same time as he came hard inside of Draco with a hoarse shout. His very skin seemed to glow a faint red and his heart soared again. He could hear the song like it was inside his head.
Draco felt the pain/pleasure peak as magic roared through his body, feeling like it sizzled his very nerves. Everything went red and then black as he passed out.
Harry was panting with his face pressed into Draco's neck. The ribbons had settled down a bit now and were simply wiggling against them again. "Draco?" he rasped. There was no response.
Harry opened his eyes wide and pulled back a bit. "Merlin," he said weakly when he took in Draco's limp form. He'd known they shouldn't have done this. He quickly pulled out of his husband and got to his feet, Lightening Draco and pulling him into his arms to carry him as fast as he could back into the lab. He laid Draco gently on the floor and removed the charm, getting to his knees next to him. "Draco, wake up," he said, heart beating quickly with the hope that it would be all he needed to do. Draco was warm and breathing, but didn't stir at the command.
Confused, Harry sat and stared. He could see Draco breathing, and he knew he wasn't going cold. He was unsure of what he should do to get him to wake up.
Harry looked around him, but he knew he wouldn't find anything to help him. He considered going to Lee, but he couldn't think of what the man would be able to do. He didn't know any more about this power than Harry or Draco did - probably less. Harry reached and pulled Draco into his lap. "Draco, please wake up," he told him in a very frightened whisper. "Please, please wake up, please."
Draco felt warmth surrounding him, rocking him, and he smiled gently at the feeling. He knew it was Harry, even if he wasn't awake enough to think about it.
Harry's breath was coming quicker the longer he sat there holding Draco. He could feel panic settling because he had no idea what to do. He looked around again, swallowing the lump in his throat. What if this was something serious? It would be all his fault. He could've pulled Draco out of that room if he'd wanted to.
Draco stretched and shuddered, feeling sore but happy as he began to wake up.
Harry let out a groan of relief as Draco moved. He quickly raised his hand and wiped at his eyes embarrassedly and used his other to hold Draco tighter.
Draco blinked, looking up at his husband. "Hi," he said quietly, a small smile on his face.
Harry sighed shakily and pressed his forehead to Draco's. "You bloody scared me," he said weakly.
"Again?" Draco asked, amused. "What did I do now?"
Harry pressed his lips to Draco's softly. "You were ... knocked out or something," he said quietly.
Draco blinked again, then gave up trying to focus on the glowing image of Harry. He closed his eyes and kissed him back. "I'm just tired now," he said softly. "Did you try Ennervate?"
Harry blushed a bit at his own absentmindedness. "No," he said quietly.
Draco chuckled. "You never can remember that spell," he said, patting Harry's arm.
Harry smiled softly and shrugged. "So you're okay?" he asked quietly.
"I think so," Draco said, blinking again as he tried to focus on Harry. "That's an amazing effect," he said. "You are still glowing."
Harry looked down at himself, confused. "No I'm not," he said. His skin looked normal to him.
Draco smiled dreamily. "And you are all warm and tingly," he said, curling against him.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" he said, amused.
"Yes," Draco said, face pressed against Harry's belly.
Harry smiled down at Draco and took his hand to kiss it lightly. "So I guess it worked then," he said. "Did I take the power in?"
Draco licked at the skin in front of him. "Mmhmm," he replied.
"Draco ...." said Harry warily. "Shouldn't we get out of here for today?"
"Mmm?" he replied, rubbing his face against Harry again.
"Draco," Harry repeated, "we do have a son that we left with our friends." He was staring at Draco with raised eyebrows.
"Oh," Draco said, and then chuckled. "Wait until he sees you!"
Harry smiled and snorted. "Is it that strong?" he said.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered, forgetting everything again as he nuzzled Harry's skin.
"Well, we better get up before you want to shag again," Harry said, leaning away from Draco slightly, still amused.
"Sure," Draco said distractedly, but didn't get up.
Harry snorted again. "I'll make a deal with you," he said. "You let me up now and you can do whatever you want to me when we get home, or have me do whatever you want to you, hmm?"
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, then blinked. "Where are we?"
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked incredulously. "We're still in the Ministry."
"Oh," Draco said, frowning and looking about in confusion.
"What did you think I was talking about when I said Valen was at home with Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Valen," Draco said, trying to clear his head. Harry's magical presence was so bright it was hard to see anything else.
Harry frowned slightly. "Maybe I should move away from you," he said.
"Cast the spell," the blond huffed.
"Oh," Harry said, laying a hand over Draco. "Ennervate," he muttered.
Draco's eyes widened and he shuddered. "Fuck," he said as his cock twitched too. He forced himself to sit up, groaning at his sore muscles.
"Perhaps I'll give you a massage when we get home," he said, squeezing Draco's shoulders briefly. "If Valen will let me."
Draco nodded, wondering where his clothes were. He looked around.
"On the desk," Harry said, knowing what Draco was looking for. He got to his feet and picked up his shirt which he'd dropped near the door and then walked over to the desk where he'd sent the rest of his clothes.
Draco had to hold on to the wall to get up. It never ceased to amaze him how he could be in pain, aroused, and happy at the same time. It seemed like a normal combination around Harry. He staggered over to the desk and began the process of trying to dress himself.
Harry was able to dress much quicker than Draco was, throwing on his clothes like nothing had happened. "Are you all right?" he asked, coming over to help with the buttons on Draco's shirt.
Draco would have shrugged, but that would hurt. "I will be," he said, trying to tuck his still half-erect cock back into his trousers.
Harry kissed Draco gently again. "Do you want me to take care of that quickly, or will it probably only hinder?" he asked, noticing what Draco was doing.
"As much as I want to," Draco smirked, "I think it is helping keep me awake."
Harry nodded and smiled crookedly. "All right," he said. "I'll go get Lee." And he turned from Draco and strode across the room.