The Devil Runs Wild

previous chapter: < “So,” Draco said, glad they were finally alone. “Where were we?” he said, eyebrow raising.

“We were…” Harry began but he was cut off as Draco’s mouth descended onto his own. >

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Draco pushed Harry back onto the bed, never disconnecting their mouths. Harry brought his feet up and spread his legs before Draco moved to lay on top of him. When Draco’s groin met his, Harry groaned. Draco responded by kissing him harder.

Harry didn’t know how long they kissed, but he did notice that his lips were sore when Draco finally moved his mouth away in favor of grinding their hips together thoroughly. Harry’s head fell back as his magic pulsed with every thrust Malfoy made.

“Merlin, that feels good,” Malfoy said softly.

Harry glanced up and noticed a soft glow of a grayish light surrounding Malfoy and knew it was Malfoy’s magic. He could see it pulsing as he felt his own do the same. Malfoy’s magic was the same color as his eyes and Harry momentarily wondered if his was green but stopped thinking when Malfoy unzipped his pants and moved them off his hips. Harry lifted his arse up to help and soon his pants were at his knees. Malfoy was now lowering his pants and looking at Harry, but not really at him, more like around him and Harry wondered if Malfoy could see his magic too. Malfoy’s hips were soon back on his and Harry groaned as he felt Malfoy’s hard cock pressed against his own and felt his magic jump.

“Merlin,” Malfoy groaned and Harry suspected that Draco’s magic had ‘jumped’ as well.

Draco glided his cock along Harry’s and saw Potter shiver beneath him. It was the most intense feeling he had ever had: it was like his magic was, for lack of a better word, “singing.”

“Fuck,” someone groaned and Draco was surprised to find it wasn’t him. Harry had tilted his head back again and had closed his eyes, leaving his neck exposed and Draco swooped down to lick a long line up it. Harry shivered violently and Draco had to steady himself with his hands flat on the bed beside Harry’s head to keep himself from doing the same.

Licking and rocking his hips, Draco continued his assault and loved the way Harry responded. He realized Potter still had his shirt on and Draco decided to stop momentarily in order to remove that problem. As he stopped, Harry whimpered and opened his eyes to look at him. Draco smirked and began lifting Harry’s shirt up, but just as a smooth stomach was revealed to him, Draco found the shirt had disappeared. Draco knew he hadn’t done that and when he looked at Potter’s face he found a smirk. Harry Potter was smirking at him and for some reason, that made him want to…..Draco grabbed Potter by the back of the head and pulled his head up to clash his mouth down hard and thrust his tongue into that smirking mouth. Fuck.

Harry moaned as Draco brought their mouths together. He had only been trying to help when he wandlessly removed his own shirt, but Draco was kissing him almost brutally. He felt a hand move up his stomach and felt Draco squeeze his left nipple and felt his magic jump and his hips thrust upward. Harry needed Draco now and so he concentrated again and soon felt his pants that had been around his knees gone. He didn’t open his eyes to see if he had removed Draco’s clothes since Draco’s tongue was still firmly gliding along his own and a tight grip in his hair was holding him in place. Draco moved on top of him again and when he felt chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, hips-to-hips, and cock-to-cock with him, Harry screamed into Draco’s mouth.

Draco felt Harry scream and he was tempted to do the same but held it in. The feeling of his magic crashing with Harry’s was incredible. Draco moved his mouth away and kept perfectly still on top of Potter, feeling their magic intertwine, having no idea how this was happening, just knowing that it felt fucking amazing. Looking down at Harry, Draco could see Harry’s green magic consistently pulsing and Potter moaning and shuddering with every one. Merlin, it was like watching Potter have multiple orgasms. He was so hard now and getting harder as he saw and felt what Harry was going through. He as afraid if he moved he would come, but Harry opened his eyes and looked at him, pleadingly. Draco breathed deeply once, twice before finally thrusting his hips against Potter. He came violently, shuddering, magic pulsing, bowing his head down as he moaned and felt wetness covering his cock. He moaned again as he realized he had cum on Potter’s cock as well. He realized he wanted to cum all over Harry, cover him with it. Merlin, he was still hard!

“What…” Draco said outloud and looked down at himself, but sure enough his cock was still standing straight up and he was ready to go again. He didn’t know if it was his magic or Harry’s magic that was doing it, but he did know this wasn’t exactly normal. He didn’t care. His cock was hard and he couldn’t think about it right now. He looked down at Harry’s cock that was wet with his cum. It looked so good like that to him.

“Draco,” he heard Harry breath out beneath him and he snapped his head up to see Harry’s eyes full of want and realized Potter hadn’t cum yet. Draco immediately began moving his hips and delighted as he saw Harry shudder. Draco leaned closer to Harry, moving his lips to Harry’s ear and whispered softly.

Harry exploded, feeling his magic burst as he came after hearing Draco whisper “Mine.”

Draco came a second time, shouting out, as he felt Harry’s magic burst and wrap around them strongly. It was the best orgasm he had ever felt in his life. Not only did the fact that he had cum on Harry and Harry had cum on him make it pleasurable, but the magic intensified it tenfold. It was…worthy of a shout.

Draco lay there waiting for the feeling to subside, like any other regular orgasm, but the feeling didn’t go away and he realized that he was still hard and he could feel that Harry was too. Draco looked down at Harry, who’s green eyes were wide. Draco could understand why as he could see Harry’s magic pulsing like a heartbeat. He wondered if his magic looked like that too, but he really could care less when he was looking at a naked Potter beneath him. Harry tightned his knees around his hips and thrust upward and Draco’s eyes rolled back as he groaned from the contact. His cock felt so good on Potter’s, but Draco had a strong urge to rub his cock against something else of Harry’s. Draco moved back and sat on his heels. Harry was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his magic pulsing, and his cock hard and wet, cum covering it as well as his stomach. Draco felt his magic pulse as he took in the sight and heard Harry moan. Could Harry feel it too? Draco looked down between Harry’s spread legs and moved his hand up to lift Potter’s balls up slightly so that he could see Potter’s hole.

“Yes,” Harry moaned as he realized what Draco was planning.

Draco could see Harry’s hole twitching already. It wouldn’t stop - it was like Potter was begging him with his arse. Draco would have laughed if he wasn’t so horny. No, there was nothing funny about desparetely needing to have sex. Especially when it felt so fucking good that it made him, a Malfoy, scream. Merlin.

Draco held Harry’s balls up and used his other hand, gliding a finger up along Harry’s crack and circling the ring of his portal, watching as Potter’s magic flared and his head flew back, exposing his delicate neck again. Merlin, Potter was so fucking hot like this. Draco took his finger back and licked and sucked it to make it thoroughly wet. He could have used a spell, but for some reason, he wanted to use his own saliva inside Harry. He didn’t know why, he just did. He took his wet finger and placed at the tip of Harry’s opening and saw Harry breath deep as he thrust the tip of his finger in. Harry moaned and Draco saw and felt it as Harry’s magic flared again. Draco shivered at the feeling of Potter’s magic touching his own. He pushed his finger in a bit more and felt it again. Merlin, he was going to cum just from this. He pushed his finger all the way inside Potter and sure enough, he felt himself cum yet again but what was better was seeing Harry cum hard, hitting his own chest. It was an erotic sight.

And they were both still hard. Fuck.

Draco continued moving his finger in and out of Potter and Harry groaned and whimpered and whined and it was driving Draco crazy. Soon, there were two fingers inside and Draco enjoyed the feeling of Harry’s muscles contracting tightly onto his fingers. He still held Harry’s balls up with his other hand. Harry’s hands were gripping the sheets tightly and he saw Potter’s thigh’s trembling as he moved his fingers faster, aiming and hitting nearly every time that bundle of nerves inside Harry’s arse.

“Please!” Harry finally screamed and Draco knew what he wanted immediately because it was what he, himself, was craving. Draco pulled his fingers out and and gribbed his cock. He needed more lubrication than…but Draco’s thought stopped when he realized his cock was now wet. He knew Harry had done it this time, he had felt the magic coming from him. Draco locked eyes with Harry and smiled, thanking him and Harry smiled back, breathing deeply in anticipation. Draco lined his cock up with Harry’s now more fully lubricated hole and pushed in. As soon as the tip entered his magic flared and saw Harry’s magic do so as well. Draco stopped and breathed deeply, trying not to cum again, but it felt so damn good he wasn’t sure if he could hold it in. Harry looked up at him and Draco realized Harry’s eyes were greener, brighter, sexier and Draco swooped down and licked Potter’s lips and thrust in a bit more, shuddering as he felt their magic flare again.

“Aaah!,” Harry moaned as he felt Draco’s cock enter him further. It was the best feeling in the world. Draco’s cock felt so…filling inside him and he wanted more of that. He reached up and gripped Draco’s hips, urging him to move deeper. Draco did. “Yesss…” Harry hissed and when he saw Draco’s mouth open slightly and heard him groan, Harry knew he had spoken parseltongue. Harry spoke it again and Draco thrust all the way into him immediately. “Fuck,” he groaned, but he knew it came out as parseltongue again. Draco started thrusting hard and fast.

“Keep…speaking….like….that,” Draco said inbetween thrusts. So Harry did.

It felt amazing. Their magic had been moving between and around them before but now Harry felt it inside him. He didn’t want it to end. He felt Draco’s balls slapping against his ass and felt Draco’s stomach moving against his cock and knew he was cuming. He screamed and distantly heard another scream accompany his. He felt his magic explode inside and outside and all around him and he just kept screaming.

Draco felt magic surround his cock while he was inside Harry and he came screaming and nearly crying. He was breathing deeply, collapsed on top of Potter, his cock still inside Harry’s now wet arsehole and couldn’t be bothered yet to remove himself. His magic and Potter’s were still pulsing strongly together; it was like a rhythmic heartbeat, and they were beating in-time with one another. Merlin, Draco didn’t know what it meant but he did know what thing for sure - it felt incredible.

Finally, Draco felt his cock becoming soft and he slipped out of Harry. He looked down to see that Harry’s cock was softening as well. He looked at Harry and locked eyes with him and smiled softly. Harry returned the same sleeply, exhausted, after-sex smile and Draco ran his hand lightly along his cheek. Harry shuddered again, closing his eyes. Draco didn’t want Harry to fall asleep yet, not until he knew.

“Open your eyes,” Draco said and Harry’s eyes lazily opened. “You…are…mine,” Draco said, emphasizing each word with a tightening grip on Harry’s hair and sealing it with a kiss to Potter’s soft lips.

“Yes,” Harry said back and this time, not in parseltongue.

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Severus sat in the kitchen re-telling events to the rest of the Order members who were seated around the Weasley’s dinner table.

“He had Lucius pretend to be Draco?” Remus asked.

“As I have said,” Severus nodded. “Potter hadn’t known he had been kidnapped by the Dark Lord. After he had discovered the truth, he seemed very impatient to get back to Draco. It was he that removed his own tracking spell and apparated us out of the castle.”

“Harry did this?” Dumbledore’s portrait asked and Severus nodded.

“Potter did it in a matter of seconds,” Severus said calmly, but in truth he was impressed and a bit frightened of what Potter had shown himself capable of.

“What was he being kept for? What did the Dark Lord do to him?” Mrs. Weasley asked, worry etched in her features. After all, Harry was like one of her own children.

“The Dark Lord had been extracting his magic,” Severus said and as he expected, all the members of the room soon had their mouths open in shock.

“And he was able to use magic? Wandless magic?” one of the Weasley twins asked (Severus never knew which one).

“Yes,” Severus said, gritting his teeth. He had never heard of anyone being capable of such a thing. Potter appeared to be the most powerful wizard in the world - more powerful than the Dark Lord….by far. A boy as stupid as Potter being that powerful couldn’t be good for the world, could it? Severus thought to himself. Potter was also still bound to Draco and Draco, or someone who looks like Draco, could conceivably control all the power Potter possessed.

It was a very dangerous finding.

*******

Ron and Hermione lightly knocked on the door to Malfoy’s room about an hour later. Hermione had had the good sense to place a silencing charm around the room before they had left to join the Order meeting. Ron knew what was probably going on between his friend and Malfoy but preferred to deny it and believe that the two of them were simply eating cake.

There was no answer to their knock and so Hermione knocked again, louder this time. The door eventually opened and Harry peaked his head out.

“Harry!” Hermione beamed. “How are you?”

Harry crinched at the loud greeting. He felt…well, he thought it was probably like what one felt like when they were hungover. He was still really tired and just wanted to go back to sleep.

Hermione noticed the crinch and softened her voice. “Sorry. How are you doing? You look tired.”

“I am,” Harry said and scratched the back of his head. “We were just sleeping.”

“Sure, that’s understandable. Eating too much cake does that,” Ron nodded and Harry just looked at him. Then he looked at Hermione who just shook her head. “Yep. Cake,” Ron repeated.

Hermione noticed Harry only opened the door far enough for his head to fit which probably meant that…. “Oh! Then we’ll come see you a bit later,” Hermione said and Harry looked at her gratefully. Before leaving, Hermione turned back, saying, “We’re glad you’re back. We missed you.”

“I’m glad I’m back too,” Harry said and smiled and his two friends before closing the door.

“What’d they want?” Draco asked, laying on the bed.

“Wanted to see how I was,” Harry said, yawning, and making his way, naked, back over to the bed. Climbing back under the covers, Harry curled into Draco and felt Draco’s arms wrap around him. He couldn’t see Draco’s magic anymore, but he could feel it.

“Can you feel mine?” Harry asked. It was a very unspecific question and Harry was about to rephrase it when Draco answered.

“I feel it,” Draco said and Harry knew that Draco understood.

“What does it mean?” Harry asked. He really didn’t know what it meant. He did know that he didn’t feel like he did before about Draco. He didn’t have an urge to do everything and anything that Draco wanted anymore. That was probably a good thing, but how did it happen? And did…?

“It means you’re mine,” Draco said quietly and pulled him closer. Harry stopped thinking after that, breathed in Draco’s scent, and fell back to sleep.