JADE & THE SILVER DRAGON

Chapter Twenty-Two


The next morning Harry woke up to two warm bodies. He turned slowly to see who was snuggled at his back and slightly panicked when he saw blonde hair. “Jade...lay still,” the blonde groggily said tightening his hold at his waist.

Harry shifted his body around and put his arm around the blonde. “Raiden! When did you get here?” he asked grinning.

“A couple of hours ago. Forgot about the bloody time changes,” Raiden replied opening his one eye, then lay on his back.

“How did you get in?” Harry asked snuggling into Raiden’s side.

“Dumbledore let me in,” Raiden replied. “How are you doing Jade?”

“I’m working on it Ray,” Harry sighed. “Devlin’s been helping me work some things out.”

“He actually let Draco touch him last night...without any booze in his system,” Devlin said waking up. He leaned up to give Raiden a kiss to the lips then snuggled against Harry’s back. “Did you bring something to locate the knife Ray?” he asked softly.

“Yes, we found a spell we could use from an old elven book that was in the American Ministry. I need to wait until tomorrow before we can do anything though. I’ve been told we need a few Ministry officials from here before we can carry on with the spell. Seems as though there was an attack by Death Eaters somewhere in London and the Aurors have been busy rounding them up,” Raiden said.

“Will it work?” Harry asked worriedly.

“We tested it back home by using a bit of someone’s blood on a knife, then had another wizard hide it away. They had hidden the knife several floors down from where they originally were. The American Ministry is quite large, and it was found quite easily in an old cement hole in a sub basement of the building.” Raiden said yawning.

“Can we talk about this later guys?” Harry asked sleepily, echoing Raiden’s yawn.

“Sure Jade,” Raiden smiled as he kissed the top of Harry’s head as it lay on his chest. He reached his arm out for Devlin who was still snuggled against Harry’s back, his fingers running through the black hair as the three of them drifted off too sleep again.

When they woke up a couple of hours later, they made their way to the dungeons to talk to Severus and Draco, who both had a free morning of classes. Over coffee and tea, they discussed the plans for the next day. They would meet back in Severus’s personal lab where Raiden will brew the potion that will help aid in the search for the knife.

Once they finalized the plans, Harry got up from the table. “Well, I should probably go, I still have some essays to mark for my classes this afternoon,” he said.

“I’ve got some free time. Do you want any help with that?” Draco asked.

“I’ll come with you two,” Raiden replied. “I’d like to check out a class of Harry’s.”

Harry looked to Raiden thankfully, then back to Draco. “I’d like that. It’s just some work from some first years, so it should be easy enough,” he grinned thankfully.

Raiden had seen the hopeful look in his cousin’s eyes, and was sorry to see a bit of anger then acceptance when he invited himself. Although he trusted Draco, he didn’t trust what Draco was capable of. They still didn’t know how Zabini was controlling him. He didn’t want to take any chances.

He walked between them as they went up the Grand Staircase, talking about their classes ....and quidditch. He had asked when the next Slytherin game was on, then had to grin as Draco and Harry began to banter back and forth with each other over the upcoming game.

The three of them marked papers for the next couple of hours, having Dobby, the house elf, bring up sandwiches for lunch. After their fill of lunch, the two blonde Malfoy’s left Harry to get ready for his class.

Raiden walked down to the dungeons with Draco, so he could get his books for the afternoon classes. “So...Dray, how are you doing?” Raiden asked as they descended the stairs.

“I’m taking it day by day Ray,” Draco sighed, “taking whatever Harry is willing to give me.”

“I heard you found out that Harry, Devlin, and I shared a bit of relationship during the summer,” Raiden stated, “I am sorry about that.”

“Sorry for what?” Draco asked stopping.

“Sorry that our rambling on about Harry backfired on us,” Raiden shrugged. “We were trying to get you interested in Harry. We knew how he felt about you.”

“And he still slept with you guys...supposedly with these feelings he had for me?”

“He didn’t think he had much of a chance with you Dray. Does it bother you that he slept with us..or that he slept with anyone?” Raiden asked.

Draco leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. “Honestly...it bothered the hell out of me when I first found out that he slept with you two. It probably would have bothered me if it was anyone though.”

“And now?”

“It still does a little,” Draco admitted. “Didn’t that get in the way of you and Devlin’s relationship?”

“No,” Raiden replied smiling. “Our relationship is very strong. I love Devlin very much, and I know he loves me also. We’ve always had an open relationship, and with Harry, we found a very passionate person that he always had kept hidden from everyone. His childhood didn’t have any kind of affection, so he’s most likely making up for lost time,” he smirked.

“Do you love him....Harry I mean?” Draco asked.

“Devlin and I do love Harry, but we’re not ‘in’ love. There’s a difference. Harry is a good person, has a good heart. A heart that belongs soley to you,” Raiden smiled.

“How can you be so sure? It didn’t take him long to go to someone else after what happened?” Draco asked.

“Have you seen the tattoo on his back Draco?”

“No. Just the panther.”

“The tattoo on his back is a silver dragon.....which by chance is what he calls you, isn’t it?” Raiden smirked. “As for him going to someone else after that night, it’s rather simple. Devlin and I have been owling back and forth about this, and Devlin has told me some of the things that Harry has talked with him about. Harry was trying to forget your hateful touches...trying to remember the times when you would caress his body instead of hitting it. He’s a very sexual person..it’s what makes him feel loved. It didn’t matter to him that it was a nameless stranger every night...the booze probably helped a lot with that too I think,” Raiden finished.

“I miss him Ray,” Draco said sadly. “I miss the way he was with me, the way his kisses would make me weak in the knees.”

“Why don’t you ask for a kiss tonight after the movie?” Raiden grinned. “But don’t push if he says he’s not ready.”

“I won’t," Draco replied. “Well, I should go. See you at dinner?” At Raiden’s nod, the two of them went their separate ways. Draco to class, and Raiden to the Defense classroom to go over the spell with Harry to search for the knife.

When Draco arrived at Harry’s rooms for their movie, he was surprised that Devlin and Raiden were not there. Harry had let him in, keeping a bit of distance between them as they entered the room. He was a bit disappointed to see Ron and Hermione sitting on the loveseat giving him disapproving glares.

“Come in Draco,” Harry welcomed. “Would you like a drink or something?”

“What have you got?” Draco asked.

“I have butterbeer, pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and pumpkin juice,” Harry answered. “Sorry, no alcohol..Devlin and Severus took it all away on me.”

“Butterbeer sounds good,” Draco replied as he sat on the couch in the same spot as the previous night.

Harry was just getting the movie ready when Devlin and Raiden walked in. “Sorry we’re late,” Devlin grinned rubbing his knuckles.

“That’s okay, we....” Harry began then stopped when he noticed both of them had swollen, bruised knuckles. “What happened to your hands?”

Raiden sat at the corner of the couch with Devlin sitting close by his side. “We had a bit of a run in on the way up from talking with Severus,” he grinned.

“What kind of run in?” Hermione asked.

“A run in with Zabini,” Raiden smirked.

“Wicked!” Ron exclaimed. “I hope you hurt him....badly.”

“Ron!” Hermione reprimanded, although she was agreeing with Ron whole heartedly.

“What?” Devlin smirked. “We couldn’t help that Zabini is a clumsy person.”

“Or the fact he kept falling against our fists,” Raiden added.

“I’m afraid Zabini’s clumsiness ended him in the infirmary for a few days,” Devlin sighed mocking concern.

“Just a few days?” Draco grinned. “It sounds to me like those injuries he sustained should keep him in there longer than that.”

“That’s what Madame Pomfrey said too,” Devlin said impishly. “She said that she couldn’t use magic to heal him, so he’ll be in there a bit longer.”

“Until the swelling goes down on his face,” Raiden grinned.

Harry tried to keep from smiling at Zabini’s condition, but felt it was too difficult, so when he came out with drinks, he was grinning ear to ear until he saw Devlin and Draco move over to make room for him between them.

“Um...I think I’ll just sit in the chair here,” he said nervously going to the single chair.

“Nonsense Harry,” Devlin said. “Plenty of room here,” he added patting the space beside him.

Harry sat in the open space on the couch after starting the movie, his body very aware of Draco sitting beside him. He moved closer to Devlin and drew up his legs on the couch, resting his chin on his knees. He felt Devlin soothingly rub his back, slowly letting the tension ease out of his body. Up close to Draco, he could smell his unique scent, making him want to draw closer to him. He had glanced down to see Draco’s hand on his own leg, fidgeting nervously in place. He slowly let his hand glide down the shin of his leg, watching it as it went over Draco’s. He ran his fingertips down the slim fingers, caressing the knuckles.

Draco had watched as Harry’s hand hesitantly went over his. He stopped the urge to turn his hand to grasp Harry’s hand, wanting to let Harry do this at his own pace. He looked down at Harry’s quivering hand as it softly caressed his skin, sending a warmth through his whole body. He let Harry turn his hand, palm up as he continued to explore the texture of his skin. He held his breath as Harry linked his fingers through his, then looked up into Harry’s eyes to see warmth mirrored in the green depths. He slowly brought Harry’s hand to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on the top of the hand, never letting his gaze waver from Harry’s. He gave Harry a small smile, then put their linked hands back on his thigh.

Harry sat back on the couch, shifting until he was sitting cross-legged, his hand still held with Draco’s. They sat like that for the remainder of the movie, with Harry thinking on what he wanted to do afterwards after everyone left.

At the end, Harry reluctantly let go of Draco’s hand. When Draco went to get up, he placed his hand on his knee. “Stay?” he asked quietly looking into Draco’s eyes, then gave a small grin when he nodded back to him that he would. He walked Ron and Hermione to the door, with reassurances from him that he would be okay.

“Devlin, Raiden...can I talk to you a minute?” Harry asked, motioning to the kitchen. “I’ll be right back Draco. Please don’t leave..okay.”

“I won’t,” Draco grinned, then picked up a nearby Defense book.

Devlin saw that Harry was nervous about something. “You okay Harry?” he asked.

“Yeah, actually I feel pretty good,” Harry smiled hesitantly. “I need to ask you guys to leave me and Draco alone for a bit.”

“Are you sure?” Raiden asked.

“Yeah, I need to do this.”

“All right Harry,” Devlin grinned, then leaned over to give him a hug. “We’ll be up at the pool if you need us.”

At Harry’s nod, they both left him in the kitchen. He took two butterbeers out of his magically enhanced fridge, took a deep breath, then went out to Draco.

“Where’s Raiden and Devlin?” Draco asked Harry when he came back out.

“They’re up at the pool,” Harry replied sitting down on the couch. “I wanted some time alone with you.”

“Are you sure Harry? Not that I’m complaining...I just don’t want to put any kind of pressure on you or anything,” Draco said shifting sideways on the couch to look at him.

“It’s getting better,” Harry shrugged. “I want to try something. Will you let me try?”

“Anything you need to do Harry, is okay with me,” Draco said smiling warmly.

“I want to kiss you, but I need to ask that you not touch me yet,” Harry said nervously.

“I promise I won’t,” Draco smiled. “Let me know when it’s okay.”

Harry nodded then licked his lips nervously. “Maybe lean back against the side of the couch, and put your one leg up,” Harry instructed, then watched as Draco did what he requested. He knelt between Draco’s legs looking down at him. ‘He looks so good,’ he thought to himself.

“I won’t hurt you Harry,” Draco smiled trying to reassure him.

Harry leaned forward and pressed his trembling lips to Draco’s, looking down into his eyes. He brought his one hand up to brace himself up as he slowly grew more confident in the kiss. He drew back and looked into Draco’s eyes to see no hostility in them, then looked at his lips. He gave a small smile then leaned forward again and kissed the corner of Draco’s mouth, then along his jaw to his neck. He always loved Draco’s neck, the way the skin felt against his lips, the unique smell and taste that was Draco. He took his time reacquainting himself as he kissed, licked, and nibbled along his neck. “Move down a bit Dray,” he said huskily into his ear.

Draco eagerly shifted down to lay flat on his back on the couch, while Harry continued to torment him with his mouth. “That feels good,” he said softly as he arched his neck for Harry to have more access. His hands gripped the edge the the cushions on the couch, trying to not give in to the urge to touch Harry. Harry had then nibbled onto a sensitive spot on his lower neck which made him give a low moan and buck his hips up a bit.

Harry pulled back to see Draco’s darkened grey eyes, then moved lower down his body, taking in the firm upper body in the snug fitting t-shirt and the obvious bulge in Draco’s jeans. He looked back into Draco’s eyes, a little apprehension showing in his eyes.

Draco saw the slight fear and tried to sit up. “I’m sorry Harry,” he said quietly.

Harry placed his hand on Draco’s chest and pushed him back down. “It’s okay,” Harry said.

“I couldn’t help it. You’ve always been able to get me hard for you, just with a simple kiss or a certain look you give me,” Draco replied looking to Harry’s lips again, wanting more.

“You do that to me too Dray,” Harry said, then lowered his lower body against Draco’s. He gave a low moan as he moved against him, their jean covered erections rubbing against each other.

Draco had the cushions in a death grip while Harry continued to move against him. He looked up to see Harry’s eyes closed, his upper body held up by his arms over his head. “Harry,” Draco moaned as Harry pressed down harder. “Look at me Harry,” he said hoarsely. He waited until Harry was looking down at him, the want and need mirrored in his eyes. “I want you to see how I feel about you...that I won’t hurt you.”

Harry looked down, his breathing getting heavy as he started to move faster. He leaned down to capture Draco’s mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue working it’s way into his mouth. His groan was muffled in the kiss as Draco thrust his hips up to meet his. He moved faster against him, the friction from his boxers and jeans against his erection bringing him to the edge. He pushed forward, then pulled back from Draco’s lips. “Oh..gods...Dray,” he moaned as he let himself go, his cock pulsing as he came. He looked down at Draco’s swollen kissed lips and his heaving chest, then leaned down onto Draco’s neck as he thrust his hips forward again. “Cum for me Draco,” he said softly by his ear before nibbling on Draco’s sensitive spot on his lower neck.

Draco who was already so close, soon cried out Harry’s name as he thrust up and came, the pulsing of his cock seeming to be going at the same erratic rate as his heart.

Harry leaned back up, then looked between them to see two identical looking wet spots at the front of their jeans. He waved his hand and did a quick ‘scourgify’ spell to clean themselves up. He then noticed the white knuckled grip Draco had on the cushions. He took one and placed a gentle kiss on it, then looked back up to Draco. “Thank you,” he smiled.

“Anytime,” Draco replied breathlessly.

“Can you stay tonight?” Harry asked.

Draco nodded, then was pleasantly surprised when Harry lay on top of him again, his cheek on Draco’s chest. “Harry....can I hold you?” he asked.

Harry leaned up to place a brief kiss to Draco’s neck, then shifted to Draco’s side, placing his hand on his chest. “Yes...I’d like that,” he answered quietly.

Draco smiled to himself, then put his arm around Harry’s back to pull him closer, while the other he placed over Harry’s that rested on him. “I love you Harry,” he whispered softly.

“Love you too,” Harry replied tiredly, linking a few of his fingers through Draco’s.

Devlin and Raiden came down a couple of hours later to see Harry cuddled close to Draco’s side. They were happy to see that Harry was starting to lose his fear in touching Draco. Devlin went back to Harry’s room to get a pillow and blanket. “Should we take their jeans off so they’re more comfortable?” Devlin whispered after placing the pillow carefully under Draco’s head.

“No, this is a big step for Harry, but he might panic a bit if his clothes...or Draco’s are missing when they wake up,” Raiden whispered back putting the blanket over the two of them.

“Thanks Ray,” Draco said quietly, opening his one eye at the two that hovered over them. He tightened his hold on Harry, then kissed the top of his head, slowly nodding back to sleep after he watched Harry’s two protectors leave the room.


(typos fixed Apr. 07)