Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Bereft
Chapter Number/Total: 23/42
Chapter Title: Bereft
Words: 2000 Words
When Harry got to Bill and Fleur's new house, they were surprised by his arrival, of course, and had even been able to detect that something wasn't right. How bad did he look?
Valen seemed to be able to sense something as well, and seemed confused by it. He could probably feel that the binding was gone. It made Harry ache even worse. When he got back home, unsurprisingly, nothing had been found yet, and they couldn't find anything for the rest of the day, either. Harry'd been dreading having to go to bed. He didn't know what to do about it, but the time came far too soon, it seemed, and he and Draco were standing in their room again, staring at each other.
"I should sleep in a guest room," Draco whispered, voice flat.
"No," Harry said quickly, making a jerky movement.
Draco winced. "Then how?" he asked in a low voice.
"I at least want you in the room with me," Harry whispered, looking to the floor.
"I want ..." Draco swallowed hard, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him again. "Yes," he agreed and then walked around to the opposite side of the bed. They had sex so often, they had long ago given up on pyjamas. Now he wondered if he should wear something. He sighed and took off his robe, climbing into bed.
Harry raised his head, looking at Draco again. "Should I make it into two?" he asked quietly.
Draco lay on his back, looking up at the 'H' on the underside of the canopy. He looked toward his husband, every part of him feeling like it ached to touch his lover. "Worried you can't keep your hands off of me?" he tried to tease.
Harry sighed, managing at least a little smile. "Yes," he replied.
Draco turned on his side, facing Harry, and hugged the pillow. "It hurts so much not to touch you that I almost think it would be worth it," he whispered.
"Draco, you were screaming," Harry said in a voice of reason, though he completely understood what he meant.
"Yes," Draco said with a sigh. "Not the kind of pain I can handle."
Harry bit his lip, still standing by the bed. "I don't want to roll on you," he said quietly.
Draco rolled out of bed and called for a house-elf. Leakey showed up a minute later. "Leakey, do we still have lumber left over from the Manor repairs?" he asked.
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf answered.
"Bring me a board, about the length of my bed and no wider than I am," he told it.
Harry frowned, raising an eyebrow.
Draco smiled and the elf returned quickly with a piece that fit the request. "Lay it in the centre of the mattress, on top of the covers," he said, and the elf did. "That's good," he said and Leakey left. Draco looked at his husband. "Do you think it will work?"
Harry sighed. "I suppose it might," he said, taking his robe off as well before leaning over to knock on the board.
Draco climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers up and once again clutching the pillow. His eyes roamed over his husband's body, making him shiver with need.
"Merlin, Draco," Harry groaned, recognising the look. He climbed into bed as well and covered his face with a pillow. "I'm going to go mad!" he said into it.
"Yes," Draco agreed, voice hoarse now.
Harry groaned again and kicked his feet in frustration. He would've already had Draco pinned to the bed.
"Touch yourself," Draco whispered, already reaching for his own cock beneath the covers.
Harry swallowed, bringing the pillow away from his face as he looked over at Draco. He bit his lip, trailing his hand down his own chest to lightly grasp his half-hard flesh.
Draco drew the covers down his own body so Harry could see him as he slowly stroked himself. "I spent six years unable to touch you, thinking about you, and touching myself," he whispered.
Harry hadn't pulled the covers up, so he simply lay there, stroking his cock to hardness while watching Draco. He moaned softly, and would've told Draco he could touch him as much as he wanted, but, of course, he couldn't.
Draco watched Harry, licking his lips unconsciously. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, "lying there wanting me. I can't believe how lucky I have been. I have had more happiness with you in the last year and half of my life, despite the war, than I could ever imagine."
"So have I," Harry whispered back. "Merlin, I want you so much."
"Yes," Draco agreed, "want to feel the touch of your hand in mine, your lips caressing mine, your body on top of me, your cock inside."
Harry moaned again, body aching. "I can't stand it," he whispered as he continued to stroke himself. "I can't stand that you're right there and I can't have you."
"Yes," Draco hissed. He remembered how it had felt before and he had the small comfort and torment of knowing, this time, Harry wanted him, too. He sped his hand up faster. "I'm going to find a way, I swear it," he said, gasping now.
Harry was arching into his hand, closing his eyes so that he could imagine he was inside Draco's body. He stroked himself furiously, coming a moment later with a deep sigh.
Draco had forgotten the flare of Harry's magic and gasped in pain, still coming in spite of it, as Harry did.
Harry took slow breaths as he lay still. "I know you will," he whispered.
Draco lay panting, half from the orgasm and half from pain. He Summoned his wand, cleaning himself. "Good night, my love," he whispered.
"Good night," Harry whispered back as he cleaned himself as well. He closed his eyes, but didn't fall asleep for quite a while.
***
Draco was a wreck. He had tossed and turned all night. He lost count of the number of times he'd rolled toward Harry and clunked into that piece of timber. He had a splinter in his right hand now and was sitting up in bed, watching his husband. He ached so bad with the loss that he wanted to scream.
With a sigh, he pulled himself up, put on his silver arm and his dressing gown. Then he stood beside the cot, watching his baby. Valen opened his eyes and looked up at Draco, babbling a greeting. Draco managed a smile at that and picked up his son. "Let's let Daddy Harry sleep," he whispered and carried the child into the adjoining sitting room to change him.
Harry hadn't slept well either. He'd actually slept hardly at all. He'd spent most of the night awake, watching Draco toss around in bed. He'd wanted to touch him so badly, even to just push him a bit so that he didn't roll into the board. He didn't know what would happen if they didn't find a way to fix what they'd done. He lay awake in bed, having heard Draco get up and take Valen into the next room. He pretended to be asleep. He didn't want to see the look in Draco's eyes. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. One night without his husband's skin on his own and he positively itched from it. It was enough to make him fidget and bounce his knees when he sat up. Harry sighed, getting to his feet and pulling on his own dressing gown. He crossed the room to the door, pulling it open and stepping through.
Draco had laid a blanket on the floor and put Valen on it. He sat beside it, changed the baby, and sent the wet nappy to the laundry with a flick of his wand. He whispered and talked to the child as he did. "So, what mischief will you get up to today, my son?" he asked the baby.
A small grey furred head butted against Draco's right hand and he scratched behind the cat's ears. "You too, you beast," he said.
Valen squealed and started babbling again, the word "kitty" amongst his noises. Suddenly, before Draco, or the cat, realised it, Valen managed to lunge forward, actually sort of crawling, and grabbed a handful of the cat's fur. Sredni hissed and Valen squealed in triumph. Draco reached to grab the cat before it could retaliate.
Harry gasped from where he'd managed to watch. "Did you see what he just did?" he asked Draco unnecessarily.
Draco grabbed the cat by the scruff of his neck. Sredni was hissing. The blond then pried his son's hand out of his cat's fur and set the cat back out of range. It ran under the couch, still hissing. "Good move, son," Draco said approvingly. He looked over at his husband with a smile. "Good morning, Harry," he said.
"Morning," Harry replied with a small smile of his own, moving to sit on the floor with Valen. "You're getting too big for your own good, kid," he said to him.
Valen lifted his head to look at Harry, reaching a chubby hand, grey cat hair on it still, toward his father. "Dada!" he yelled.
Harry laughed and his smile grew. He picked Valen up and kissed him. "Say it again," he said. "Dada."
"Da da da da," the baby chanted, smacking Harry's face to emphasise his point.
Draco leaned back on both hands and laughed.
Harry laughed louder, kissing Valen again. "You don't do anything half-arsed, do you?" he said. "You grow teeth, you eat, you crawl, and you talk all at once." He put Valen back on the floor, still smiling.
Valen seemed to be looking around for the cat. Draco chuckled. "Did you see the move with the cat? Seeker's move," he said, pride in his voice.
"Oh, completely," Harry agreed, watching their son.
Valen began inching toward the couch, as if the slow moves could possibly sneak up on the quick cat. He was chanting "kitty" again.
Draco laughed and moved the infant back onto the blanket. "I am not sure who is more in danger in this, Valen or Sredni," he said.
"If I had to put money on it, I'd say Sredni," Harry said, looking up at Draco.
Draco's eyes met his husband's and he nearly reached for him then, having to fist his hands again to keep control. "I love you," he whispered, voice full of need.
Harry's face fell. "I love you, too," he said quietly in return, fiddling with his own fingers.
Valen scooted across the blanket to Harry, pulling on the fabric of his robe. "Dada," he said, making the little smacking noises he always did when he wanted to nurse.
Harry looked down and smiled again, raising his eyebrows. "Well, all right," he said. "I guess you can eat." He pulled his arms out of the sleeves of his robe so that his chest was bare and then lifted Valen back into his arms.
Draco watched as his son's mouth latched on to his husband's nipple and he shivered. He had never felt so envious of anything in his life. He looked down, picking at the splinter in his hand.
Harry continued to stare down at Valen for a few moments before looking up at Draco again. "Don't worry," he said, despite how he himself was feeling. "We'll find it."
Draco nodded and got to his feet. "I'm going to ... shower and dress," he said, not knowing what else to say.
"Okay," Harry said, nodding. Even that hurt. He wouldn't be able to shower with Draco.
Draco felt the same way, having rarely even showered or bathed without Harry. He had known before that they spent nearly all their time together, but the loss of touch made it so much more sharp. Sharp and painful, he thought, allowing himself to cry in the shower.
Chapter Title: Bereft
Words: 2000 Words
When Harry got to Bill and Fleur's new house, they were surprised by his arrival, of course, and had even been able to detect that something wasn't right. How bad did he look?
Valen seemed to be able to sense something as well, and seemed confused by it. He could probably feel that the binding was gone. It made Harry ache even worse. When he got back home, unsurprisingly, nothing had been found yet, and they couldn't find anything for the rest of the day, either. Harry'd been dreading having to go to bed. He didn't know what to do about it, but the time came far too soon, it seemed, and he and Draco were standing in their room again, staring at each other.
"I should sleep in a guest room," Draco whispered, voice flat.
"No," Harry said quickly, making a jerky movement.
Draco winced. "Then how?" he asked in a low voice.
"I at least want you in the room with me," Harry whispered, looking to the floor.
"I want ..." Draco swallowed hard, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him again. "Yes," he agreed and then walked around to the opposite side of the bed. They had sex so often, they had long ago given up on pyjamas. Now he wondered if he should wear something. He sighed and took off his robe, climbing into bed.
Harry raised his head, looking at Draco again. "Should I make it into two?" he asked quietly.
Draco lay on his back, looking up at the 'H' on the underside of the canopy. He looked toward his husband, every part of him feeling like it ached to touch his lover. "Worried you can't keep your hands off of me?" he tried to tease.
Harry sighed, managing at least a little smile. "Yes," he replied.
Draco turned on his side, facing Harry, and hugged the pillow. "It hurts so much not to touch you that I almost think it would be worth it," he whispered.
"Draco, you were screaming," Harry said in a voice of reason, though he completely understood what he meant.
"Yes," Draco said with a sigh. "Not the kind of pain I can handle."
Harry bit his lip, still standing by the bed. "I don't want to roll on you," he said quietly.
Draco rolled out of bed and called for a house-elf. Leakey showed up a minute later. "Leakey, do we still have lumber left over from the Manor repairs?" he asked.
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf answered.
"Bring me a board, about the length of my bed and no wider than I am," he told it.
Harry frowned, raising an eyebrow.
Draco smiled and the elf returned quickly with a piece that fit the request. "Lay it in the centre of the mattress, on top of the covers," he said, and the elf did. "That's good," he said and Leakey left. Draco looked at his husband. "Do you think it will work?"
Harry sighed. "I suppose it might," he said, taking his robe off as well before leaning over to knock on the board.
Draco climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers up and once again clutching the pillow. His eyes roamed over his husband's body, making him shiver with need.
"Merlin, Draco," Harry groaned, recognising the look. He climbed into bed as well and covered his face with a pillow. "I'm going to go mad!" he said into it.
"Yes," Draco agreed, voice hoarse now.
Harry groaned again and kicked his feet in frustration. He would've already had Draco pinned to the bed.
"Touch yourself," Draco whispered, already reaching for his own cock beneath the covers.
Harry swallowed, bringing the pillow away from his face as he looked over at Draco. He bit his lip, trailing his hand down his own chest to lightly grasp his half-hard flesh.
Draco drew the covers down his own body so Harry could see him as he slowly stroked himself. "I spent six years unable to touch you, thinking about you, and touching myself," he whispered.
Harry hadn't pulled the covers up, so he simply lay there, stroking his cock to hardness while watching Draco. He moaned softly, and would've told Draco he could touch him as much as he wanted, but, of course, he couldn't.
Draco watched Harry, licking his lips unconsciously. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, "lying there wanting me. I can't believe how lucky I have been. I have had more happiness with you in the last year and half of my life, despite the war, than I could ever imagine."
"So have I," Harry whispered back. "Merlin, I want you so much."
"Yes," Draco agreed, "want to feel the touch of your hand in mine, your lips caressing mine, your body on top of me, your cock inside."
Harry moaned again, body aching. "I can't stand it," he whispered as he continued to stroke himself. "I can't stand that you're right there and I can't have you."
"Yes," Draco hissed. He remembered how it had felt before and he had the small comfort and torment of knowing, this time, Harry wanted him, too. He sped his hand up faster. "I'm going to find a way, I swear it," he said, gasping now.
Harry was arching into his hand, closing his eyes so that he could imagine he was inside Draco's body. He stroked himself furiously, coming a moment later with a deep sigh.
Draco had forgotten the flare of Harry's magic and gasped in pain, still coming in spite of it, as Harry did.
Harry took slow breaths as he lay still. "I know you will," he whispered.
Draco lay panting, half from the orgasm and half from pain. He Summoned his wand, cleaning himself. "Good night, my love," he whispered.
"Good night," Harry whispered back as he cleaned himself as well. He closed his eyes, but didn't fall asleep for quite a while.
***
Draco was a wreck. He had tossed and turned all night. He lost count of the number of times he'd rolled toward Harry and clunked into that piece of timber. He had a splinter in his right hand now and was sitting up in bed, watching his husband. He ached so bad with the loss that he wanted to scream.
With a sigh, he pulled himself up, put on his silver arm and his dressing gown. Then he stood beside the cot, watching his baby. Valen opened his eyes and looked up at Draco, babbling a greeting. Draco managed a smile at that and picked up his son. "Let's let Daddy Harry sleep," he whispered and carried the child into the adjoining sitting room to change him.
Harry hadn't slept well either. He'd actually slept hardly at all. He'd spent most of the night awake, watching Draco toss around in bed. He'd wanted to touch him so badly, even to just push him a bit so that he didn't roll into the board. He didn't know what would happen if they didn't find a way to fix what they'd done. He lay awake in bed, having heard Draco get up and take Valen into the next room. He pretended to be asleep. He didn't want to see the look in Draco's eyes. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. One night without his husband's skin on his own and he positively itched from it. It was enough to make him fidget and bounce his knees when he sat up. Harry sighed, getting to his feet and pulling on his own dressing gown. He crossed the room to the door, pulling it open and stepping through.
Draco had laid a blanket on the floor and put Valen on it. He sat beside it, changed the baby, and sent the wet nappy to the laundry with a flick of his wand. He whispered and talked to the child as he did. "So, what mischief will you get up to today, my son?" he asked the baby.
A small grey furred head butted against Draco's right hand and he scratched behind the cat's ears. "You too, you beast," he said.
Valen squealed and started babbling again, the word "kitty" amongst his noises. Suddenly, before Draco, or the cat, realised it, Valen managed to lunge forward, actually sort of crawling, and grabbed a handful of the cat's fur. Sredni hissed and Valen squealed in triumph. Draco reached to grab the cat before it could retaliate.
Harry gasped from where he'd managed to watch. "Did you see what he just did?" he asked Draco unnecessarily.
Draco grabbed the cat by the scruff of his neck. Sredni was hissing. The blond then pried his son's hand out of his cat's fur and set the cat back out of range. It ran under the couch, still hissing. "Good move, son," Draco said approvingly. He looked over at his husband with a smile. "Good morning, Harry," he said.
"Morning," Harry replied with a small smile of his own, moving to sit on the floor with Valen. "You're getting too big for your own good, kid," he said to him.
Valen lifted his head to look at Harry, reaching a chubby hand, grey cat hair on it still, toward his father. "Dada!" he yelled.
Harry laughed and his smile grew. He picked Valen up and kissed him. "Say it again," he said. "Dada."
"Da da da da," the baby chanted, smacking Harry's face to emphasise his point.
Draco leaned back on both hands and laughed.
Harry laughed louder, kissing Valen again. "You don't do anything half-arsed, do you?" he said. "You grow teeth, you eat, you crawl, and you talk all at once." He put Valen back on the floor, still smiling.
Valen seemed to be looking around for the cat. Draco chuckled. "Did you see the move with the cat? Seeker's move," he said, pride in his voice.
"Oh, completely," Harry agreed, watching their son.
Valen began inching toward the couch, as if the slow moves could possibly sneak up on the quick cat. He was chanting "kitty" again.
Draco laughed and moved the infant back onto the blanket. "I am not sure who is more in danger in this, Valen or Sredni," he said.
"If I had to put money on it, I'd say Sredni," Harry said, looking up at Draco.
Draco's eyes met his husband's and he nearly reached for him then, having to fist his hands again to keep control. "I love you," he whispered, voice full of need.
Harry's face fell. "I love you, too," he said quietly in return, fiddling with his own fingers.
Valen scooted across the blanket to Harry, pulling on the fabric of his robe. "Dada," he said, making the little smacking noises he always did when he wanted to nurse.
Harry looked down and smiled again, raising his eyebrows. "Well, all right," he said. "I guess you can eat." He pulled his arms out of the sleeves of his robe so that his chest was bare and then lifted Valen back into his arms.
Draco watched as his son's mouth latched on to his husband's nipple and he shivered. He had never felt so envious of anything in his life. He looked down, picking at the splinter in his hand.
Harry continued to stare down at Valen for a few moments before looking up at Draco again. "Don't worry," he said, despite how he himself was feeling. "We'll find it."
Draco nodded and got to his feet. "I'm going to ... shower and dress," he said, not knowing what else to say.
"Okay," Harry said, nodding. Even that hurt. He wouldn't be able to shower with Draco.
Draco felt the same way, having rarely even showered or bathed without Harry. He had known before that they spent nearly all their time together, but the loss of touch made it so much more sharp. Sharp and painful, he thought, allowing himself to cry in the shower.