Only You Can Set Me Free

Chapter 24

Surrender Beneath the Darkened Sky?



Harry narrowly dodged the well aimed jet of light cast by the blond boy. Had he not moved, the red beam of magic would have hit him square in the face. He growled menacingly, fangs bore threateningly at his mate.



Draco, slightly caught off guard by his own uncalculated actions, stood dumbfounded. He looked up to see that the moon had emerged from behind a thick curtain of clouds. The pale light cast by the moon illuminated the earth around them. He noticed they were no longer in the shabby town they found the hotel in, but a rather large field. Trees of all sizes surrounded them, making him ponder how long he had run to get there.



Throwing his trademark smirk on, the blond cautiously approached the seething, yet unmoving, boy. He raised his wand, feeling a bit more courageous.



“Well well Potter, it appears as if I have gained the upper hand. For all of the dog demon inside of you, you sure are pathetic.”



Harry advanced slowly on his mate, anger transforming his eyes from cool emerald to an illuminated murky green. Draco faltered slightly, his wand still raised, albeit a bit shakily.



“You shouldn’t have done that love.” Harry paid no heed of the boys’ extended arm, or the long wand he brandished. The fact that he held the wand in the same hand that the mark of their pairing rested upon its wrist angered the dark haired boy even more.



“Who are you to order me about Potter? I saw you with Diggory, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. You made a fool of me. I want nothing more to do with you or your useless quest. Now let me be on my way and I will not tell anyone what you are up to.”



“Are you threatening me?” Harry snarled, neon eyes shining brilliantly, muscles flexing slightly. Draco bit his lips at Harry’s natural display of raw masculinity.



‘I am acting like a lovesick schoolgirl. Wake up Malfoy; he is the biggest prat on earth.’



His eyes narrowed, the blond stepped back a bit more, his back coming into contact with a large tree. Why he hadn’t used a spell on the other boy, he had no idea. The thought of attacking the boy made his heart ache and his stomach churn violently. His heart pulled him one way, his brain another. Being raised a Malfoy was a big factor in his smug behavior, while all the while he was a scared, small, intimidated boy. Unfortunately, his Malfoy mask was more powerful than his true demeanor.



“Not a threat, Potter. See it as you will, but I will no longer be around for you to grope and command. Let me leave or I will have to do something I may regret later… Perhaps I will not regret it.” He leaned coolly leaned against the tree, though he trembled slightly at the imposing sight of the darker boy.



Harry looked at the other boy smugly, now just a few feet from the arrogant blond. His dog instincts once again overwhelmed his human. He wanted to ask the boys’ forgiveness, deem himself every kind of fool, make his mate see that Diggory was nothing compared to the silver eyed boy. Yet the dog within him demanded subordination and surrender from the other boy. His blood boiled with indignity and passion. His illuminated eyes scanned his mate slowly, appreciatively. Draco stood pinned against the tree, wand still pointed at him, yet slightly lowered, relaxed in the boys’ grip.



His emerald button up night shirt, open completely to display his creamy, ivory colored skin, flapped slightly in the night breeze, his ear length hair flew in the same manner. His brilliant ice-hued eyes flashed angrily at Harry’s blatant regard of his body.



“Filthy pig,” Draco bit out, crossing his arms over his chest. “Go back and finish with Diggory, I am sure he is waiting up for you as we speak.”



Harry closed the distance between them quickly, one hand placed beside the startled boys’ head, the other cupping the blonds’ chin. Draco glowered at the green eyed boy, jerking his head back. Harry grabbed it again, his eyes slits of anger.



“You are my mate; you have to be with me, only me!”



Draco stared at the boy incredulously, blood rushed to his face in anger.



“You expect me to play the doting faithful spouse, while you go out banging anyone you come across?” He pulled his head back again, furious silver eyes meeting green straight on. “I will not be made a fool of Potter; I will be no man’s easy lay.”



Harry pulled back as if scalded, his brilliant eyes blazed as he looked at Draco.



“Diggory is just a pack mate. What I did tonight was a big mistake, I never meant for it to happen.”



Draco stared at the slightly taller boy, his body stiff and unyielding. Pinned against the tree with this dark, dangerously sensuous boy inches away, he tried to keep his cool. He did not want the other boy to see how much his nearness affected him, body and soul.



“Mate or not, mistake or not, I will not be subjected to this humiliation and nonsense. I will return to Hogwarts, and you will leave me in peace, is that understood Potter?”



Harry reached up and ran his hand down Draco’s bare chest, growling softly, intimately. Gooseflesh popped up along the trail of the other boys’ hand. That warm hand running down his cool flesh caused the blond to inhale sharply, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.



Harry smirked, repeating the action and getting the same response. He loved the feel of his mates’ skin, soft as silk yet as tight as leather.



Draco, who had closed his eyes the first time the heated hand touched his flesh, opened them slowly. Ice silver became a dark and misty metalic grey as lust clouded over his eyes. He moaned slightly, then, remembering the situation, shook his head, clearing his muddled mind.



“Unhand me Potter, or I will take great pleasure in blowing off your manhood.” Draco smirked at the stunned face of the other boy, taking the chance to step aside.



Harry turned to his mate, biting back a snarl that threatened to spring from his lips.



‘The insolence… The complete and utter disrespect!’ Harry willed the dog within him to become calm. The last thing he needed was to anger his mate even more. Running a hand through his long dark locks, he mentally cooled down the dog sharing his body. His fangs receded and his long pointed nails slid back to their normal length. His eyes remained neon, yet less intense in their ferocity.



He wanted his mate to understand how much he meant to him. He needed Draco to comprehend the love and devotion he felt toward him. And, most of all, he wanted Draco to forgive him for the mistake he made and consider trusting him… even though he knew not so deep down that he would never deserve it.



“Drake… I…”



“Save it Potter, I am leaving. Have a… safe journey.”



Harry lowered his head, tears spilling from his eyes. How could he ever be a good leader if he couldn’t even be in control of himself or his sappy emotions?



Draco cast one last frown at Harry before he turned and walked away from the obviously distraught boy. His wrist containing the tattoo-looking marking burned slightly, his heart felt heavy and hollow.



Denying his mate, he knew, caused these feelings within him, yet he kept walking, not sparing a single glance back at the dark haired boy.



‘As well it should be. He can not use me, claiming the reason for wanting me with him is because I am his mate. Bah, mate! The idea itself is beyond ridiculous. I am... was a Malfoy damn it, why should I feel these useless emotions?’



The more he walked, the more he wondered why the other boy did not follow him. Although he was loathe to admit it, he half wished the boy would at least attempt to call him back, rush after him, something. He knew this was his decision, and that Harry would not hold him against his will.



Yet…



He stole a quick look over his shoulder. What he saw tore at his heart. He turned quickly, away from the miserable sight he saw.



Harry stood facing the tree, his right hand pressed against it, arm extended, his left hand gripping painfully at his heart, blood pouring from five neat puncture wounds. His eyes shined still, a soft, faint light emitted from their tortured depths.



Draco silently cursed under his breath. He was never one to give into others’ wills, especially when the other was in the wrong. He whirled around to face Harry, forgetting for once his snarky attitude and arrogance. His desire to comfort the other boy overwhelmed him. Never before had he felt such a feeling of remorse. Growing up he was taught that emotions were for mudbloods and mudblood sympathizers. Now he knew not exactly what he was feeling, though whatever it was, it was quite powerful.



He walked slowly to the tormented boy, unnoticed, his eyes a dark, crystalline hue. He reached the boy, extending his hand and placing it softly on Harry’s shoulder.



Harry flinched slightly, his muscles tightening in response to the soft, delicate touch. His head swung to face the blond, his eyes questioning and lost.



Draco inhaled; such a fierce emotion overtook him at the contact and the things he felt when he made eye contact, staring into those beautiful gem-like orbs. He leaned forward, drawn to Harry by a force greater than himself.



Before Harry could comprehend what the other boy intended, soft lips were pressed against his. He closed his eyes, his member immediately jumping to life, his heart lifting joyously. He pulled back, staring at the other boy in amazement. Draco stared back, a slight blush staining his pale cheeks.



“Why? It’s not that I am not happy… but… why the change of heart?”



The blond smirked, that slight lifting of the corner of his lips, his eyes challenging and proud.



“I decided to let you off the hook this one time. Next time you do something like that, I will destroy you. You are lucky you are so damn gorgeous.”



Harry growled, right eyebrow rose in suspicion. The blonds’ attitude did not sit well with the dominating dog within him.



“A minute ago you were ready to leave me,” he gripped the blonds' arms tightly; “tell me what changed your mind?”



Draco frowned, why couldn’t the boy just accept what he considered an apology? He shifted his arms, trying to break loose of the other boys' grip.



“I am staying, what more do you need to know?”



“I need to know why, tell me why you want to stay with me.”



The pale boy bit his lip. Never, for the life of him, would he reveal all of the shameful emotions he felt for Harry. Never would he admit he was beginning to love him. His presumptuous attitude would make him want to stand before a firing squad before admitting feelings for the dark haired boy.



“I… listen; if you don’t accept what I am saying then I will just leave! I don’t have to answer to you, prat!”



Harry snarled, gripping the boys’ arms tighter still, he pushed the boy aside roughly, making the blond stumble and trip. He fell to the ground, a sound of protest coming from his lips. He rolled onto his back, staring hatefully up at the heavily breathing dog boy.



“You bloody git! What the hell are you doing?” He tried to sit up, using his elbows to push off of the ground. A dull sting went through his left arm, causing him to hiss in pain.



Harry stood looking down at the angry boy, fascinated by the open expanse of his chest, his widely spread open legs. His body began to change yet again, his fangs dropping, nails extending. His black tail emerged this time around, swaying slightly as he stood looking down at the glowering blond.



Draco looked up just in time to see Harry pouncing at him, animal lust emanating off of him like a tidal wave. He cried out in protest as the boy collided with him, the force causing them both to tumble across the grassy earth. They came to a stop shortly after, Harry using his weight to keep the fuming blond down.



“Get off of me you arse!” Pinned, Draco struggled madly. His eyes were cold and furious. No one treated him in such a manner, no one.



Harry leaned over him, growling threateningly for the other boy to become submissive. He failed to understand that Draco was not aware of canine tendencies and rules.



“Don’t make me hurt you Draco, lay still!”



“Like hell I will! Get off of me now!” The pinned boy looked around desperately, searching for his dropped wand. He spotted it a few feet out of his reach. Growling softly, he looked up at the boy atop him, eyes drawn down in an angry scowl. His hair, illuminated to an almost silver hue by the moon, clung to his forehead.



The dark haired boy looked down at him, his mouth neither smiling nor frowning.



“I want you now Drake.”



Draco struggled a bit harder, hoping the boy was not serious. Seeing as how he was in no position to argue, no matter how much he wanted to, he stalled.



“What about the ceremony?”



“To hell with the ceremony, I want… no, I need you now.”



The blonds’ eyes widened in horror, the ceremony was the only thing that kept the dark haired boy at bay. He knew very little of canine rituals, one thing he was sure of, though, was that once Harry was in the mating frame of mind, he would not be deterred from claiming him.



This thought spurred the pale boy to thrash more, trying to dislodge the boy that now straddled his hips.



Harry, not to be dissuaded so easily, planted his knees on the ground firmly, his hands gripping the other boys’ shoulders roughly.



“What will you do Potter, rape me?”



Harry looked down at him, more dog than human.



“Not rape, love. Mating with your intended is not rape.”



“It is if it in not consensual!”



Draco cursed to high heaven, pushing and punching the boy above him, not about to lose his virginity in this disgusting manner.



If he could get through to Harry, he thought, he could then talk some sense into him.



“Harry, please don’t force this on me! I would willingly mate with you, I said I would. Don’t do this.”



Harry tilted his head to the side, regarding the boy beneath him, the boy he loved. The boy he wanted to gain trust from.



Shaking his head, he leaned back on his haunches, looking down at the small rivets of blood that streamed down his chest. Droplets had fallen onto the chest of the boy beneath him, standing in stark contrast on the ivory skin. Ruby red on such beautiful, pale skin mesmerized him shortly before he looked at the panting, flushed boy.



He climbed off of the blond.



Draco sat up, looking at his chest as Harry had. He mopped the small amount of blood from him with his right hand; he looked up at his mate.



“Thank you…”



Harry nodded slowly, looking at the ground somberly.



“You don’t want to couple with me, do you?”



Draco slid over to sit next to the darker boy. He carefully leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder, blushing at the slight indignity he felt and the warm feelings the Boy Who Lived caused him to feel.



‘Funny how things change,’ Draco thought.



“I do, but I think it would be best if we waited until the ceremony was preformed. I think it is a big deal… I want it to be when we both want it.”



Harry, reveling in the comfort and warmth caused by contact with his mate, exhaled softly, nodding his agreement.



“You’re right; we have other, more pressing things to deal with anyway. One of which being to learn to control the sexual urges of the dog in me,” his tail stiffened behind him, as if in protest.



Relieved, Draco relaxed against the other boy, staring at the stars that twinkled softly in the moonlit sky.



There was a faint pop in the distance, which neither paid much attention to.



“Well isn’t this a pretty picture?”



Both boys’ were on their feet, whirled around to face the intruder. The voice they heard was unmistakable.



Harry placed himself before the blond, fangs bared menacingly, growling challengingly.



The figure stepped forward, smirking, hands raised in mock defeat. His red hair whipped around his face, seemingly without the help of wind or breeze.



“Ron,” Harry snarled, every hair on his body standing on end. Draco moved to stand beside the darker boy, only to be blocked.



“Let your little bitch out to play Potter,” Ron sneered, wand pointed at a point over Harry’s shoulder, where Draco’s head was clearly visible.



With a snarl of rage, the green eyed boy charged the red head.





TBC