Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Cold Burn
Chapter Number/Total:23/52
Chapter Title: Cold Burn
Words: 2089 Words
Harry and Draco arrived back home in a short while and found Ron and Hermione in the sitting room again, playing with Valen on a blanket on the floor.
"Hey guys," Harry said, stepping inside and laying his Invisibility Cloak on the back of one sofa.
Draco staggered in and dropped gratefully into a chair. Valen squealed and began wriggling. Draco chuckled.
Harry smiled and stepped over to pick the baby up, who immediately put hands on his father's face.
"He sure is excited to see you," said Hermione from her place on the floor, staring up at Harry.
"I bet," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes and then closing them, leaning his head back in the chair.
Harry frowned at his husband as Valen continued to wriggle and squeak in his arms.
Hermione gave Harry a questioning look, glancing at Draco.
"Oh, he's just crabby," Harry said to her dismissively.
Draco snorted at that.
"How'd it go?" asked Ron, sitting up.
"Good," said Harry. "I actually absorbed some of that power."
"You did?" Hermione asked eagerly, sitting up as well. "What's it feel like?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "But Valen and Draco can feel it. Look at him."
Valen chose that moment to begin trying to latch on to Harry's nose. Harry chuckled and lowered him away from his face.
Draco chuckled again. "Feels amazing, actually," he answered.
"Interesting," said Hermione. "Do you feel more powerful?" she asked Harry.
Harry shrugged again. "Maybe a bit," he said. "I haven't done a lot of magic yet."
"He is," Draco said, deciding not to mention nearly coming when Harry cast Ennervate on him.
"And you haven't even taken in all the power there yet?" said Ron.
Harry shook his head no.
"That's very encouraging," said Hermione. "If you're already more powerful. Are you going back next week?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "Maybe, I guess."
Draco raised his eyebrows, looking over at his husband. "Probably need to find out if the magic remains or dissipates over time," he said.
"Well, if it dissipates this whole thing is pointless," said Harry.
"Not necessarily," Draco said. "It would mean you would need to absorb more right before facing him."
"Hmm, well, I suppose that's true," Harry said. "I guess we'll see."
Valen was pulling at Harry's shirt and making those little sucking noises, meaning he was hungry.
Harry looked down at his son and sighed. "Well, duty calls," he said, indicating the baby.
"Yeah, he should be hungry," said Hermione. "I fed him a little after you left."
Harry nodded and waited at the door for Draco.
It took Draco two tries to get out of the chair, receiving odd looks from the other two. He finally managed to follow Harry.
"You sure you're all right?" Harry asked, brows furrowed as he climbed the stairs.
Draco looked sceptically up the stairs and grimaced. "Sore," he said.
Harry paused on the steps. "Why?" he said quietly, wary of Mrs Black.
"Ask me after," Draco said, pulling himself up the stairs.
Harry shrugged and nodded, making his way to their room. He got situated on the bed with Valen after removing his shirt, and smiled as Valen kept moving his little hands over Harry's skin as he drank.
"I bet it tastes different too," Draco said, lying down and watching.
"I wonder," said Harry, rubbing Valen's head and watching as his eyes rolled back.
"Careful, Valen." Draco laughed. "It's strong stuff."
Harry chuckled. "I swear it looks like it's going to knock him out," he said.
"It did it to me," Draco said.
Harry snorted. "Care to tell me why you're sore now?" he said.
"I think every muscle in my body tightened hard," Draco said.
"In reaction to the magic?" said Harry.
Draco smiled, remembering. "You are always ... intense," Draco said, "when you come. But this time was ... a lot stronger."
"And it hurt you?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows.
"You know how something can be so cold it burns?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, frowning slightly.
"And how something that hurts can feel really good when you are excited? Like biting?" he asked.
Harry nodded again, smirking a bit now. "Yeah," he said.
"Well, this was sort of the opposite, but like that. It felt so good it hurt," he said.
"Strange," said Harry. "It won't hurt you every time now, will it?"
Draco regarded his husband for a minute. "I hope so," he said, smirking.
"You like it to hurt?" Harry said, amused.
Draco chuckled. "How many things have you done to me that would probably hurt most people?" the blond asked.
Harry shrugged. "Quite a few things, I guess," he said. "I suppose I'm not surprised. Too bad I can't feel it like you can," he said with a smirk.
"Remember what I said about all your magic turning me on," Draco said, "even when you hexed me?"
Harry nodded once again.
Draco grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Harry laughed, startling Valen, who had been falling asleep. The baby closed his eyes again, though, and settled right back down.
"I'd have been so pissed off if I'd known every time we fought I was giving you things to wank over later."
Draco smirked happily. "Put Valen in his cot," he told his husband.
Harry looked at Draco wickedly as he moved to lay Valen gently to sleep, making sure to cast a Silencing Charm this time.
"Didn't you say you would give me a massage when we got back?" Draco purred, stretching out.
"Sure," said Harry, smiling and crawling over to Draco. He knew what massages usually turned into. He straddled Draco so that he sat atop his arse, purposely grinding into him a little more than was needed. "Probably be better without your shirt," he said, and pressing hands to Draco's body. The offending garment was gone then and Draco's pale back exposed to Harry's lustful eyes. He noticed it took virtually no effort at all to remove the shirt, not even the slightest bit.
Draco gasped as Harry ground into him and shivered when his magic stripped the shirt. "Oh, Gods," he said, fully hard after that burst of power.
"Hmm?" Harry hummed softly as he kneaded Draco's muscles.
Draco hummed happily, the feeling of Harry's hands and magic soothing him.
Harry made sure that each of his movements were firm and comforting. He held one hand out to Summon a small bottle of lotion to make everything smoother. And it smelled very good, like fresh apples, he thought.
Draco was still aroused, but it had turned into a slow, relaxing kind of energy. He moaned as Harry worked the lotion into his back.
Harry licked and then bit his lip. Draco's noises were always so sexy to him. "Good?" he asked, a bit surprised to hear his voice so low. He hadn't been expecting it.
"Yes, very good," Draco said, and then wriggled his arse a bit, hoping Harry would massage further down.
Harry got the hint and slid back, removing Draco's and his trousers and remaining clothes. Harry's cock twitched at being let out and he ran hands down until he could knead Draco's arse.
"Yessss," Draco hissed. He lifted his arse to meet Harry's touch.
Sucking in a quick breath from Draco's response, Harry slid his hand down the crack and pressed his longest finger inside of Draco, watching its progress with a slack mouth.
Draco gasped, arching even higher so that he pushed back with his hands until his hips were no longer even on the bed.
"You want it?" Harry asked huskily, giving his finger tiny thrusts.
"Oh, yes," Draco answered, trembling. His own cock was erect and hanging beneath him.
Watching Draco curiously, Harry slicked his finger while inside him, using completely effortless magic again.
Draco shuddered, groaning loudly.
"Mmm," Harry moaned. "I wish you could see this. Your arse looks so fucking good. So slick, so wet." His cock twitched again.
Draco moaned, pushing himself back on Harry's fingers. "Please, yes," he said.
"Please, yes, what?" said Harry, stroking Draco's prostate.
Harry was sitting on the lower part of his legs, or Draco would have spread them already. "Please fuck me," he begged.
Harry's eyelids felt heavy as he continued this slow torture. "You want me to put my cock in you?" he whispered, moving so that he was on his knees and draped over Draco's back.
"Yes," Draco whimpered. "Please put your thick, hard cock in my arse and fuck me!"
Harry very nearly lost control at that, but he somehow didn't. He did moan though and his eyes slid shut for a moment. "You want me to come inside your arse?" he asked. "Come all over that pretty skin?" He licked the shell of Draco's ear.
Draco wriggled his arse up against Potter's cock. He was panting now. "Please, oh, please come inside me," he begged.
"Mmm," Harry moaned again, removing his finger, slicking his cock and pressing against Draco's entrance. "You know how fucking hot you make me?" he whispered into Draco's ear. "You make me want to be filthy."
"Yes, be filthy!" Draco agreed, his arse in the air and the side of his face pressed to the bed.
Harry chuckled darkly and slid inside the tight, wet heat of his husband. His breath caught and he forgot for a moment what he had wanted to say next.
"Fill me!" Draco cried out at the sensation not only of Harry's thick cock inside him but of the heat of his magic.
"Absolutely no fucking problem," Harry let out in a slightly strangled voice as he picked up a rhythm.
Draco trembled, crying out with each thrust. "Gods, yes."
Draco's cries filled Harry's ears and head and, Merlin, he loved them so much. "Fucking you," he breathed. "Fucking mine."
"Yes, yours!" Draco echoed, pushing back against each thrust, magic pulsing through his body. His hands gripped the covers, using them to hold.
Harry couldn't hold back any longer and he came without warning, spurting inside Draco and fucking him all through it.
Heat crackled over his skin and fire burned inside him, filling him. Draco screamed, coming hard and tensing every muscle in his body.
Harry slumped onto Draco unthinkingly, his skin and cock still tingling from his release.
Draco was panting and shuddering as magic continued to spark up his spine.
Harry tried to catch his breath, panting slightly. Once his brain seemed to be working again, he rolled off of Draco to lie on his back.
Draco was floating in a kind of dreaming place, his body still spasming with aftershocks. He crawled a hand across the covers to rest on Harry's shoulder.
Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, smiling slightly at Draco's light touch.
"I love you," Draco said softly, stretching out so that he was flat on the bed, even if it did mean lying in the wet spot.
Harry's smile grew and he felt the power inside him respond to that. "Merlin, I love you, too," he said.
Draco shivered again. "You keep doing that and we may never leave this room again," Draco chuckled.
"Keep doing what?" Harry asked.
"Magic pulsing," Draco mumbled, still feeling high from the last volley.
Harry laughed gently. "I can't help it," he said.
"Hold me, please," Draco asked, unable to move.
"Of course," Harry said quietly, pulling Draco to him and wrapping his arms securely around him.
After lying quietly for a while, Draco felt his consciousness reassert itself. "It has definitely raised your power levels," he said quietly. "You will need to be careful."
"I suppose I should probably not lose my temper," Harry said.
Draco smirked. "Not with anyone you like."
Harry snorted quietly. "That's who I usually lose my temper with," he said, kissing Draco's hair.
Draco smirked. "I can remember a few times you have lost it with me in the last year."
"So can I," said Harry.
Draco laughed. "I might have to wind you up just to feel that heat," he said.
"You better not risk it," said Harry, amused again. "You know how I can get. You have heard the story of when I blew up my aunt? And that was my regular power at thirteen."
Draco's eyes widened, and if he hadn't been shagged senseless a couple times that day already, he probably would have gotten hard at the implication.
Harry shook his head. "You're amazing," he said.
Chapter Title: Cold Burn
Words: 2089 Words
Harry and Draco arrived back home in a short while and found Ron and Hermione in the sitting room again, playing with Valen on a blanket on the floor.
"Hey guys," Harry said, stepping inside and laying his Invisibility Cloak on the back of one sofa.
Draco staggered in and dropped gratefully into a chair. Valen squealed and began wriggling. Draco chuckled.
Harry smiled and stepped over to pick the baby up, who immediately put hands on his father's face.
"He sure is excited to see you," said Hermione from her place on the floor, staring up at Harry.
"I bet," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes and then closing them, leaning his head back in the chair.
Harry frowned at his husband as Valen continued to wriggle and squeak in his arms.
Hermione gave Harry a questioning look, glancing at Draco.
"Oh, he's just crabby," Harry said to her dismissively.
Draco snorted at that.
"How'd it go?" asked Ron, sitting up.
"Good," said Harry. "I actually absorbed some of that power."
"You did?" Hermione asked eagerly, sitting up as well. "What's it feel like?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "But Valen and Draco can feel it. Look at him."
Valen chose that moment to begin trying to latch on to Harry's nose. Harry chuckled and lowered him away from his face.
Draco chuckled again. "Feels amazing, actually," he answered.
"Interesting," said Hermione. "Do you feel more powerful?" she asked Harry.
Harry shrugged again. "Maybe a bit," he said. "I haven't done a lot of magic yet."
"He is," Draco said, deciding not to mention nearly coming when Harry cast Ennervate on him.
"And you haven't even taken in all the power there yet?" said Ron.
Harry shook his head no.
"That's very encouraging," said Hermione. "If you're already more powerful. Are you going back next week?"
"I don't know," said Harry. "Maybe, I guess."
Draco raised his eyebrows, looking over at his husband. "Probably need to find out if the magic remains or dissipates over time," he said.
"Well, if it dissipates this whole thing is pointless," said Harry.
"Not necessarily," Draco said. "It would mean you would need to absorb more right before facing him."
"Hmm, well, I suppose that's true," Harry said. "I guess we'll see."
Valen was pulling at Harry's shirt and making those little sucking noises, meaning he was hungry.
Harry looked down at his son and sighed. "Well, duty calls," he said, indicating the baby.
"Yeah, he should be hungry," said Hermione. "I fed him a little after you left."
Harry nodded and waited at the door for Draco.
It took Draco two tries to get out of the chair, receiving odd looks from the other two. He finally managed to follow Harry.
"You sure you're all right?" Harry asked, brows furrowed as he climbed the stairs.
Draco looked sceptically up the stairs and grimaced. "Sore," he said.
Harry paused on the steps. "Why?" he said quietly, wary of Mrs Black.
"Ask me after," Draco said, pulling himself up the stairs.
Harry shrugged and nodded, making his way to their room. He got situated on the bed with Valen after removing his shirt, and smiled as Valen kept moving his little hands over Harry's skin as he drank.
"I bet it tastes different too," Draco said, lying down and watching.
"I wonder," said Harry, rubbing Valen's head and watching as his eyes rolled back.
"Careful, Valen." Draco laughed. "It's strong stuff."
Harry chuckled. "I swear it looks like it's going to knock him out," he said.
"It did it to me," Draco said.
Harry snorted. "Care to tell me why you're sore now?" he said.
"I think every muscle in my body tightened hard," Draco said.
"In reaction to the magic?" said Harry.
Draco smiled, remembering. "You are always ... intense," Draco said, "when you come. But this time was ... a lot stronger."
"And it hurt you?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows.
"You know how something can be so cold it burns?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, frowning slightly.
"And how something that hurts can feel really good when you are excited? Like biting?" he asked.
Harry nodded again, smirking a bit now. "Yeah," he said.
"Well, this was sort of the opposite, but like that. It felt so good it hurt," he said.
"Strange," said Harry. "It won't hurt you every time now, will it?"
Draco regarded his husband for a minute. "I hope so," he said, smirking.
"You like it to hurt?" Harry said, amused.
Draco chuckled. "How many things have you done to me that would probably hurt most people?" the blond asked.
Harry shrugged. "Quite a few things, I guess," he said. "I suppose I'm not surprised. Too bad I can't feel it like you can," he said with a smirk.
"Remember what I said about all your magic turning me on," Draco said, "even when you hexed me?"
Harry nodded once again.
Draco grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Harry laughed, startling Valen, who had been falling asleep. The baby closed his eyes again, though, and settled right back down.
"I'd have been so pissed off if I'd known every time we fought I was giving you things to wank over later."
Draco smirked happily. "Put Valen in his cot," he told his husband.
Harry looked at Draco wickedly as he moved to lay Valen gently to sleep, making sure to cast a Silencing Charm this time.
"Didn't you say you would give me a massage when we got back?" Draco purred, stretching out.
"Sure," said Harry, smiling and crawling over to Draco. He knew what massages usually turned into. He straddled Draco so that he sat atop his arse, purposely grinding into him a little more than was needed. "Probably be better without your shirt," he said, and pressing hands to Draco's body. The offending garment was gone then and Draco's pale back exposed to Harry's lustful eyes. He noticed it took virtually no effort at all to remove the shirt, not even the slightest bit.
Draco gasped as Harry ground into him and shivered when his magic stripped the shirt. "Oh, Gods," he said, fully hard after that burst of power.
"Hmm?" Harry hummed softly as he kneaded Draco's muscles.
Draco hummed happily, the feeling of Harry's hands and magic soothing him.
Harry made sure that each of his movements were firm and comforting. He held one hand out to Summon a small bottle of lotion to make everything smoother. And it smelled very good, like fresh apples, he thought.
Draco was still aroused, but it had turned into a slow, relaxing kind of energy. He moaned as Harry worked the lotion into his back.
Harry licked and then bit his lip. Draco's noises were always so sexy to him. "Good?" he asked, a bit surprised to hear his voice so low. He hadn't been expecting it.
"Yes, very good," Draco said, and then wriggled his arse a bit, hoping Harry would massage further down.
Harry got the hint and slid back, removing Draco's and his trousers and remaining clothes. Harry's cock twitched at being let out and he ran hands down until he could knead Draco's arse.
"Yessss," Draco hissed. He lifted his arse to meet Harry's touch.
Sucking in a quick breath from Draco's response, Harry slid his hand down the crack and pressed his longest finger inside of Draco, watching its progress with a slack mouth.
Draco gasped, arching even higher so that he pushed back with his hands until his hips were no longer even on the bed.
"You want it?" Harry asked huskily, giving his finger tiny thrusts.
"Oh, yes," Draco answered, trembling. His own cock was erect and hanging beneath him.
Watching Draco curiously, Harry slicked his finger while inside him, using completely effortless magic again.
Draco shuddered, groaning loudly.
"Mmm," Harry moaned. "I wish you could see this. Your arse looks so fucking good. So slick, so wet." His cock twitched again.
Draco moaned, pushing himself back on Harry's fingers. "Please, yes," he said.
"Please, yes, what?" said Harry, stroking Draco's prostate.
Harry was sitting on the lower part of his legs, or Draco would have spread them already. "Please fuck me," he begged.
Harry's eyelids felt heavy as he continued this slow torture. "You want me to put my cock in you?" he whispered, moving so that he was on his knees and draped over Draco's back.
"Yes," Draco whimpered. "Please put your thick, hard cock in my arse and fuck me!"
Harry very nearly lost control at that, but he somehow didn't. He did moan though and his eyes slid shut for a moment. "You want me to come inside your arse?" he asked. "Come all over that pretty skin?" He licked the shell of Draco's ear.
Draco wriggled his arse up against Potter's cock. He was panting now. "Please, oh, please come inside me," he begged.
"Mmm," Harry moaned again, removing his finger, slicking his cock and pressing against Draco's entrance. "You know how fucking hot you make me?" he whispered into Draco's ear. "You make me want to be filthy."
"Yes, be filthy!" Draco agreed, his arse in the air and the side of his face pressed to the bed.
Harry chuckled darkly and slid inside the tight, wet heat of his husband. His breath caught and he forgot for a moment what he had wanted to say next.
"Fill me!" Draco cried out at the sensation not only of Harry's thick cock inside him but of the heat of his magic.
"Absolutely no fucking problem," Harry let out in a slightly strangled voice as he picked up a rhythm.
Draco trembled, crying out with each thrust. "Gods, yes."
Draco's cries filled Harry's ears and head and, Merlin, he loved them so much. "Fucking you," he breathed. "Fucking mine."
"Yes, yours!" Draco echoed, pushing back against each thrust, magic pulsing through his body. His hands gripped the covers, using them to hold.
Harry couldn't hold back any longer and he came without warning, spurting inside Draco and fucking him all through it.
Heat crackled over his skin and fire burned inside him, filling him. Draco screamed, coming hard and tensing every muscle in his body.
Harry slumped onto Draco unthinkingly, his skin and cock still tingling from his release.
Draco was panting and shuddering as magic continued to spark up his spine.
Harry tried to catch his breath, panting slightly. Once his brain seemed to be working again, he rolled off of Draco to lie on his back.
Draco was floating in a kind of dreaming place, his body still spasming with aftershocks. He crawled a hand across the covers to rest on Harry's shoulder.
Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, smiling slightly at Draco's light touch.
"I love you," Draco said softly, stretching out so that he was flat on the bed, even if it did mean lying in the wet spot.
Harry's smile grew and he felt the power inside him respond to that. "Merlin, I love you, too," he said.
Draco shivered again. "You keep doing that and we may never leave this room again," Draco chuckled.
"Keep doing what?" Harry asked.
"Magic pulsing," Draco mumbled, still feeling high from the last volley.
Harry laughed gently. "I can't help it," he said.
"Hold me, please," Draco asked, unable to move.
"Of course," Harry said quietly, pulling Draco to him and wrapping his arms securely around him.
After lying quietly for a while, Draco felt his consciousness reassert itself. "It has definitely raised your power levels," he said quietly. "You will need to be careful."
"I suppose I should probably not lose my temper," Harry said.
Draco smirked. "Not with anyone you like."
Harry snorted quietly. "That's who I usually lose my temper with," he said, kissing Draco's hair.
Draco smirked. "I can remember a few times you have lost it with me in the last year."
"So can I," said Harry.
Draco laughed. "I might have to wind you up just to feel that heat," he said.
"You better not risk it," said Harry, amused again. "You know how I can get. You have heard the story of when I blew up my aunt? And that was my regular power at thirteen."
Draco's eyes widened, and if he hadn't been shagged senseless a couple times that day already, he probably would have gotten hard at the implication.
Harry shook his head. "You're amazing," he said.