Gilded Soul

This chapter is rated NC-17 for hot boy on boy action. Be warned.

Chapter 23 Relinquishing Control

“Harry, that’s fantastic!” Hermione whispered in a loud fashion that didn’t resemble whispering at all.

“Mione, would you keep it down? I’m right here.” The two Gryffindor’s were curled up on an over stuffed sofa, Hermione at one end and Harry sprawled the length of it with his head in her lap. The common room was empty, being that it was well past curfew. Harry had just gotten back from his fifth meeting with Dumbledore, and Hermione had been waiting up for him.

“Sorry,” she responded sheepishly. “It’s just so exciting. I can’t believe you can actually do mage craft. I read about it in third year…”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Of course you did.”

She shot him a mock glare and continued, “But I never thought I would know anyone who could use it.”

“Well you do, and not just me. Dumbledore can, and so can Voldemort, however, last night Dumbledore told me that Tom Riddle’s powers are manufactured someone, not natural like mine, so with training, I could be more powerful then him.”

“How do you manufacture powers like that?” she asked.

Harry shrugged. “He thinks he got them from my blood when he used me in the ritual to make him corporeal. He’s fairly certain Voldemort didn’t have them before that.”

“Hmm.” Hermione was chewing on her bottom lip as she often did when thinking deeply about something. “So has he taught you any new spells?”

Harry nodded and conjured a small twinkling ball of light in his palm and then let it float around her. He then divided it into many smaller lights and they swarmed around the common room lie twirling faerie lights.

Hermione giggled and held out her hand, the many lights reformed into one and settled in her palm. “It’s warm,” she whispered in awe.

“You can use it for warmth or light or you can even imbue it with a tracking spell and let it lead you to your destination,” he said nodding. “It’s quite useful. It’s called a sprite light.”

“Cute. Anything else?”

Harry shrugged. “Probably nothing that would be ideal for the common room.”

Yawning Hermione shoved lightly at Harry, trying to get him to move from her lap. “I should get to bed. It’s late.”

“Yeah, I should get over to the room of requirement. Draco’s probably already asleep by now. Meet you at breakfast?”

Hermione nodded and headed up to her dorm, stopping only briefly when she heard her name.

“Hermione,” Harry called, “Thank you… for everything.” She just smiled demurely and vanished through the door to the girl’s dormitory.

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Draco was in fact asleep when Harry crept into their makeshift bedroom. He undressed as quietly as possible and slipped under the covers with the warm Slytherin. He had taken to calling him his pale dragon. One; because it seemed to fit him, two; because Draco actually seemed to like the nickname, and three; because it irked Dumbledore.

He had begun thinking he had gotten away with showing up so late when Draco’s voice rang sleepily in his ears. “Where have you been?”

Harry ran fingers down his smooth torso to settle him down. “I had another lesson with Dumbledore.” He had told Draco about his abilities, just not the prophecy that tied them both together for better or worse. The headmaster had been noticeably agitated by that fact, but Harry had made it clear that he gave his word not to speak to him about the prophecy, not his magical abilities. He felt that if he was allowed to tell Hermione about those, than he should be allowed to tell Draco.

“Another one?” he whined.

“Yes, love. I’ll be having them quite often now I think. I don’t know when I’m supposed to find time to study, or even do my assignments for that matter.”

“Or fuck,” Draco whined again.

Harry smiled against his neck and placed a soft kiss just below his ear. “That too. Although since your awake now…”

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Draco needed no further prompting and turned toward Harry, covering him in warm wet kisses. Harry responded by locking his legs around the blonde and pressing every inch of exposed flesh against him. Their breathing was already ragged. Draco shifted his hips, rubbing their erections together, eliciting a moan from Harry.

Hands and mouths scrambled clumsily over heated flesh and both boys were light headed from the intoxicating feel of it. “I want to come inside you,” his pale dragon whispered. There was a nod of accent and Draco gripped the other boy’s hips and whipped him around, flattening him against the bed.

He ran the tip of his tongue gracefully over the Gryffindor’s back, starting at the nape of his neck and working down to where his spine curved into his arse. Then he proceeded to lick down that hot channel, making Harry squirm against his face. “Do you like that, my pretty little lion?” he whispered against his flesh.

His only response was a guttural moan muffled by the pillow. He watched Harry’s body for a moment; the way it rocked toward his mouth, and the way his hands tightly clutched the bed sheets. He smiled to himself and licked another line down that hot channel pausing at Harry’s puckered hole and teased it with his tongue. The Gryffindor gasped and groaned and screamed Draco’s name when he plunged his tongue into his orifice.

Harry bucked against him as Draco proceeded to fuck him with his tongue, and only stopped when Harry’s moans turned into whimpers, begging for more. Draco sat up and pulled the other boy up by the hips so that he was on all fours. Harry ground his backside onto Draco’s cock and he let out a hiss at the sensation.

Draco rubbed the tip of his cock against Harry’s tight opening and teased it there a moment, keeping the other boy from rocking back into it. He loved it when Harry wanted him, really wanted him, writhing and begging.

“Please,” Harry whimpered softly, and Draco plunged into him. The force of it made him cry out and his sobs of pleasure mixed with Harry’s. He then snaked a hand around to the Gryffindor’s throbbing erection, rubbing the slick head with his fingertips and smearing the sticky fluid down the shaft. Draco pumped into him, creating a steady rhythm with his hips and his hand. He was close, and when Harry’s orgasm hit arching his back and taking Draco deeper and clenching around him, it sent Draco over the edge. With one final thrust he emptied himself inside the Gryffindor, biting into his back and screaming his name.

They stayed like this for several moments, both too tired to move, but then Harry collapsed and took Draco down with him. He pulled himself from Harry’s warm crevice and wrapped himself around the panting and sweaty Gryffindor.

A slight movement of Harry’s fingers and they were fresh and clean and covered by the bedspread. “You’ll have to teach me that one day,” Draco muttered, knowing it could never happen. He wasn’t sure how he felt know that he and Harry weren’t on level playing ground when it came to their magic. Harry never tried to rub it in or anything, but just little things like what he had just done, only served as reminders of how much more powerful he was than Draco.

He felt Harry smile against his cheek and leaned into him. “If I taught you, why would you stay with me?” Harry asked, hopefully joking.

He waited until he heard the soft even breathing, indicating that Harry was asleep before he answered. “Because I love you.”