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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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40,027
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227
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Never Doubt
Chapter Number/Total: 28/36
Chapter Title: Never Doubt
Words: 2091 Words
Draco had been pacing. He did that a lot when Harry wasn't home. It was hard being trapped inside all the time. Not that he hadn't spent most of the last year indoors, but he grew anxious when Harry was gone. When the Floo flared he stepped back, waiting.
Harry stumbled inside, managing to grip Hermione's cloak before he fell. "Hate Flooing," he muttered, for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"I know," Hermione said, dusting them both off. "Oh, hi, Malfoy," she said.
"Draco? Hey," Harry said, feeling a bit shy for some reason. He thought it was because of the fact that he hadn't gotten everything that he wanted to get for Draco.
"Harry, Granger," Draco acknowledged, ducking his head so that his hair fell across the damaged side of his face.
Harry bit his lip and nervously stepped forward. "I ... I got you pardoned."
There was a silence. "Pardoned?" Draco said. "Not just paroled?"
"Pardoned. Completely. You're free, Draco," Harry answered, smiling.
Draco looked at Hermione and then back to Harry. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"You never cease to amaze me," Draco said softly.
Harry blushed, shaking his head. "I told you. I'm just being selfish, and you deserve freedom, too."
"I can go anywhere, no restrictions?" Draco asked again, sounding uncertain.
"You can go anywhere you want, Draco," Harry confirmed softly.
Draco glanced at Granger again. She blushed and stammered, "I'll see you two tomorrow then," she said, giving Harry a brief hug.
"Bye, Hermione." Harry waved then turned back to Draco.
She stepped into the Floo and was gone. Draco stood staring at Harry, his eyes greedily taking in every detail of him.
"Are you still there?" Harry reached out and poked him gently. "Oh. You're staring again."
"Yes," Draco said, and it was barely a whisper.
"Why? I'm probably dirty again from that bloody fireplace," Harry said, beginning to brush at his cloak again.
"You look fine," Draco said, breathing harder now.
"Oh. Then what is it?" the brunet asked, beginning to feel anxious.
"I ... like ... looking at you," Draco whispered.
That promptly made Harry's skin flush a deep red. "Why?"
"How can you still ask that?" Draco said, voice low and husky.
"I still wonder sometimes ...."
"As do I," Draco said, waiting for Harry to move, to do something.
"You don't have anything to wonder about," Harry replied, taking a step forward.
Draco trembled, waiting for Harry to touch him. "Neither, then, do you," he purred.
"I do." Harry reached out and touched the blond's arm lightly.
Draco trembled. "Do you doubt me still?" he asked, voice shaking as well.
"I don't want to." Harry stepped closer, resting his forehead against Draco's chest.
"Then don't," Draco said. "Never doubt that the sight of you makes my heart beat faster. Never doubt that your touch makes my body burn. Never doubt that I would do anything I could for you. Never doubt me, Harry."
"I won't anymore," Harry answered, slowly wrapping his arms around Draco. He could hear his lover's fast heartbeat, the sound triggering his own to speed up along with it.
Draco held the other man tight against him, inhaling his scent and rubbing his face against his hair.
Harry breathed in deeply then sighed, feeling content. "So, you're happy?"
"I am happy to be with you," Draco said, a low growl following the statement.
"And I'm happy to be with you," Harry answered with a grin.
"Want you," Draco growled, his body reacting to the other man pressed against him.
"I hope you always do," he said, taking a step back.
Draco growled louder when Harry stepped back, not wanting to let him go.
"You just like shagging on floors," Harry laughed, shaking his head.
"Or the table," Draco suggested.
"Table? We've never done it on the table." Harry smiled wickedly.
"We haven't," Draco said, smiling. "Take your robes off before I ruin them," he growled.
Harry quickly pulled off his robes, then everything else, standing in just his shorts a few minutes later. "I don't hear you undressing."
Draco had been too caught up in watching Harry, but now he moved to pull his own clothes off. Always a difficult proposition with claws, and he ripped them a bit getting them off.
"You know, I want to undress you one day," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Any time," Draco said, kicking away his trousers. "You want to take those off or have me rip them?" he said when he saw Harry still in his shorts.
"Any other day I'd say rip them, but I think I'm running out," Harry said, slowly pushing them down and stepping out of them.
Draco was panting at the sight of him and stepped up behind him, pushing Harry face down on the table.
Harry let out a soft groan, staying still for Draco. "Oh, yes!"
Draco growled, "Ready?" He rested his claws on either side of Harry's shoulders and rubbed his erection against Harry's arse.
Harry nodded slowly, pushing back against Draco. "Yes, please," he begged.
Draco ran his nails slowly down Harry's back, thin, red, glistening lines appearing in their wake.
Harry tensed then moaned, pressing his cheek against the table. "Mark me," he gasped softly. "Please ...."
Blood. Sex. Somehow the two were linked for him now and Draco groaned, feeling like he could come just from the smell. He leaned forward, licking at those wounds, claws still resting at the base of Harry's back. "More?" he growled.
"More! I want ... I want something to always be there, to remind me of you," he whispered, breathing harder than before.
Draco shuddered at that, not sure what he was willing to do to that perfect flesh. He drew his nails down further, running red lines over Harry's arse cheeks. "How?" he growled.
"Any way," Harry shuddered, toes curling against the floor. "Just, please, Draco ...."
"Yes," Draco said, "but not until ... I am inside you." He went down to one knee behind Harry and began licking the blood on his arse.
Harry spread his legs wider, burying his face in the crook of his own arm.
Draco growled, licking and sucking and moving closer to the cleft of Harry's arse.
"Please," Harry whimpered again, not even knowing what he was begging for.
"Hold the table," Draco instructed and then spread Harry's arse with his clawed hands, exposing that darker skin and tight hole.
Harry's fingers curled over the edge of the table as he waited, wondering if his heart was actually trying to beat out of his chest.
Draco's face was smeared with Harry's blood and he pressed himself into that cleft, tongue tracing its way down to his entrance.
Harry gripped the table harder as he felt Draco's tongue move down, his body jerking with anticipation.
Draco was growling so much he vibrated with it as he finally reached his goal. He thrust his tongue against that tight muscle and his cock twitched.
Harry's nails dug into the wood, leaving tiny half moon indentations. "God," he whispered, clenching and relaxing under his lover's tongue.
Draco's tongue was stronger in this form and he used it to fuck Harry, pressing in and moving it about. His claws dug into Harry's arse cheeks as he pushed hard.
"More," Harry began to cry, trembling as he rocked his hips against Draco's tongue and claws.
Draco wiggled his tongue inside him, stretching it to find that spot inside of Harry. Finally, with just the tip, he grazed it.
Harry groaned in surprise, never expecting Draco to reach that far. "Fuck ...."
It strained his tongue, but it was worth it. He thrust several more times, pressing deep to reach that spot and loving the tremors of his lover.
Harry believed it was possible that he could come just from Draco's tongue.
Draco loved the way Harry's arse clenched around his tongue but he also wanted more. He pulled his tongue out, sweeping it again over his entrance. He drew himself up, still holding Harry's arse tight, lining himself up.
Harry let go and leaned up a bit, his forearms resting on the table instead. "Fuck me, Draco," Harry begged, licking his dry lips.
Draco pressed into his lover, groaning at the tight heat of him. "Oh, yes," he hissed.
"Mm, Draco," Harry murmured, resting his forehead on the table again. "Love you."
Draco was trembling, pressed deep inside Harry. "Yes, mine," he answered, blood welling around his claws in Harry's arse. He drew back and then flexed his hips, pushing his cock in smooth, but deep.
Harry groaned and arched, feeling like he could never get enough of Draco. "Yours, only yours!"
Draco growled his agreement, hips working in fluid motion, pulling back and then lifting up before sliding forward, working to hit that spot each time.
Harry rocked his hips along with the thrusts, beginning to softly pant. "More ...."
Draco's growls filled the room as he pumped his hips faster, harder. "Fuck, yes," he yelled, the words barely recognisable.
Harry could feel his hips digging into the table and he knew he'd have dark bruises there when they were done. "Not ... g-going to last," he stuttered, each thrust sending a shock of pleasure through his system over and over.
Draco howled, coming hard into his lover, hot sperm shooting inside him and his claws digging in so deep they were buried inside Harry's flesh.
Harry whimpered as he came in the next moment, an edge of pain in his voice. It felt as though Draco could just push the claws in an inch more and they'd touch his hip bones. He stayed completely still as he fought to catch his breath.
Shuddering still, Draco leant forward, pressing his face to Harry's back, licking the blood there and nuzzling.
Harry swallowed slowly, shifting his hips a bit. "Draco ...."
"Harry," Draco whispered, "I am going to pull my claws back now. It will probably hurt."
"Yeah, go ahead." He nodded, biting his lip as he waited for Draco to pull them out.
Draco pulled his cock and his claws out at the same time, pressing palms down on the wounds to stop the blood flow that erupted.
"Ow," Harry whispered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.
Draco lapped at the wounds, having found that, oddly enough, it seemed to stop the blood flow. After a few minutes of pressure and his tongue, the puncture wounds were dark but no longer bleeding.
Harry continued to pant softly, little whimpers escaping him every now and then. He was always so tired after.
Draco stood, looking down at Harry. The man's back and buttocks were covered in long shallow cuts, in addition to the deep puncture marks.
"Do they look as deep as they feel?" Harry murmured, trying to stand up straight.
"Don't move, yet." Draco said, "Give them time to scab. Do you want anything? Or I could carry you? That is, if you don't want to heal them."
"I wanna sleep," Harry replied, collapsing against the table again.
"I'll carry you," Draco said, lifting him gently into his arms and carrying him up to their room. He laid him in the bed and pulled the covers up. "Sleep on your stomach," he suggested.
Harry nodded, already snuggling up to a pillow. "I think I've got bruises on my hips," he mumbled, smiling a bit.
"More than bruises," Draco said, petting him with the backs of his hands. "I am going to clean up some. I will be right back."
"Hurry up," Harry whispered, wanting to fall asleep in Draco's arms still. He shifted, ignoring the pain. He did ask for it.
Draco showered quickly, blood flowing down the drain, and then returned, damp, to Harry's side.
Harry was humming to himself, in between sleep and awareness. "Draco," he said, hearing his footsteps in the quiet room.
Draco crawled in beside him. "Here."
Harry moved closer, his head feeling strangely light and woozy. "You're wet ...."
"Yes," the blond whispered. "Sleep now."
"I'm trying," Harry mumbled, rubbing his face against Draco's chest.
"What can I do?" Draco whispered.
"Can you sing?" Harry asked out of the blue.
"Not any more," Draco said.
"Have you tried to?"
"No," he whispered.
"You should try." Harry closed his eyes, curling up as much as he could against him. "For me ...."
Draco began to hum. It wasn't singing, but it was a start.
Harry fell asleep within a few minutes, a small smile on his face.
Chapter Title: Never Doubt
Words: 2091 Words
Draco had been pacing. He did that a lot when Harry wasn't home. It was hard being trapped inside all the time. Not that he hadn't spent most of the last year indoors, but he grew anxious when Harry was gone. When the Floo flared he stepped back, waiting.
Harry stumbled inside, managing to grip Hermione's cloak before he fell. "Hate Flooing," he muttered, for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"I know," Hermione said, dusting them both off. "Oh, hi, Malfoy," she said.
"Draco? Hey," Harry said, feeling a bit shy for some reason. He thought it was because of the fact that he hadn't gotten everything that he wanted to get for Draco.
"Harry, Granger," Draco acknowledged, ducking his head so that his hair fell across the damaged side of his face.
Harry bit his lip and nervously stepped forward. "I ... I got you pardoned."
There was a silence. "Pardoned?" Draco said. "Not just paroled?"
"Pardoned. Completely. You're free, Draco," Harry answered, smiling.
Draco looked at Hermione and then back to Harry. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"You never cease to amaze me," Draco said softly.
Harry blushed, shaking his head. "I told you. I'm just being selfish, and you deserve freedom, too."
"I can go anywhere, no restrictions?" Draco asked again, sounding uncertain.
"You can go anywhere you want, Draco," Harry confirmed softly.
Draco glanced at Granger again. She blushed and stammered, "I'll see you two tomorrow then," she said, giving Harry a brief hug.
"Bye, Hermione." Harry waved then turned back to Draco.
She stepped into the Floo and was gone. Draco stood staring at Harry, his eyes greedily taking in every detail of him.
"Are you still there?" Harry reached out and poked him gently. "Oh. You're staring again."
"Yes," Draco said, and it was barely a whisper.
"Why? I'm probably dirty again from that bloody fireplace," Harry said, beginning to brush at his cloak again.
"You look fine," Draco said, breathing harder now.
"Oh. Then what is it?" the brunet asked, beginning to feel anxious.
"I ... like ... looking at you," Draco whispered.
That promptly made Harry's skin flush a deep red. "Why?"
"How can you still ask that?" Draco said, voice low and husky.
"I still wonder sometimes ...."
"As do I," Draco said, waiting for Harry to move, to do something.
"You don't have anything to wonder about," Harry replied, taking a step forward.
Draco trembled, waiting for Harry to touch him. "Neither, then, do you," he purred.
"I do." Harry reached out and touched the blond's arm lightly.
Draco trembled. "Do you doubt me still?" he asked, voice shaking as well.
"I don't want to." Harry stepped closer, resting his forehead against Draco's chest.
"Then don't," Draco said. "Never doubt that the sight of you makes my heart beat faster. Never doubt that your touch makes my body burn. Never doubt that I would do anything I could for you. Never doubt me, Harry."
"I won't anymore," Harry answered, slowly wrapping his arms around Draco. He could hear his lover's fast heartbeat, the sound triggering his own to speed up along with it.
Draco held the other man tight against him, inhaling his scent and rubbing his face against his hair.
Harry breathed in deeply then sighed, feeling content. "So, you're happy?"
"I am happy to be with you," Draco said, a low growl following the statement.
"And I'm happy to be with you," Harry answered with a grin.
"Want you," Draco growled, his body reacting to the other man pressed against him.
"I hope you always do," he said, taking a step back.
Draco growled louder when Harry stepped back, not wanting to let him go.
"You just like shagging on floors," Harry laughed, shaking his head.
"Or the table," Draco suggested.
"Table? We've never done it on the table." Harry smiled wickedly.
"We haven't," Draco said, smiling. "Take your robes off before I ruin them," he growled.
Harry quickly pulled off his robes, then everything else, standing in just his shorts a few minutes later. "I don't hear you undressing."
Draco had been too caught up in watching Harry, but now he moved to pull his own clothes off. Always a difficult proposition with claws, and he ripped them a bit getting them off.
"You know, I want to undress you one day," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Any time," Draco said, kicking away his trousers. "You want to take those off or have me rip them?" he said when he saw Harry still in his shorts.
"Any other day I'd say rip them, but I think I'm running out," Harry said, slowly pushing them down and stepping out of them.
Draco was panting at the sight of him and stepped up behind him, pushing Harry face down on the table.
Harry let out a soft groan, staying still for Draco. "Oh, yes!"
Draco growled, "Ready?" He rested his claws on either side of Harry's shoulders and rubbed his erection against Harry's arse.
Harry nodded slowly, pushing back against Draco. "Yes, please," he begged.
Draco ran his nails slowly down Harry's back, thin, red, glistening lines appearing in their wake.
Harry tensed then moaned, pressing his cheek against the table. "Mark me," he gasped softly. "Please ...."
Blood. Sex. Somehow the two were linked for him now and Draco groaned, feeling like he could come just from the smell. He leaned forward, licking at those wounds, claws still resting at the base of Harry's back. "More?" he growled.
"More! I want ... I want something to always be there, to remind me of you," he whispered, breathing harder than before.
Draco shuddered at that, not sure what he was willing to do to that perfect flesh. He drew his nails down further, running red lines over Harry's arse cheeks. "How?" he growled.
"Any way," Harry shuddered, toes curling against the floor. "Just, please, Draco ...."
"Yes," Draco said, "but not until ... I am inside you." He went down to one knee behind Harry and began licking the blood on his arse.
Harry spread his legs wider, burying his face in the crook of his own arm.
Draco growled, licking and sucking and moving closer to the cleft of Harry's arse.
"Please," Harry whimpered again, not even knowing what he was begging for.
"Hold the table," Draco instructed and then spread Harry's arse with his clawed hands, exposing that darker skin and tight hole.
Harry's fingers curled over the edge of the table as he waited, wondering if his heart was actually trying to beat out of his chest.
Draco's face was smeared with Harry's blood and he pressed himself into that cleft, tongue tracing its way down to his entrance.
Harry gripped the table harder as he felt Draco's tongue move down, his body jerking with anticipation.
Draco was growling so much he vibrated with it as he finally reached his goal. He thrust his tongue against that tight muscle and his cock twitched.
Harry's nails dug into the wood, leaving tiny half moon indentations. "God," he whispered, clenching and relaxing under his lover's tongue.
Draco's tongue was stronger in this form and he used it to fuck Harry, pressing in and moving it about. His claws dug into Harry's arse cheeks as he pushed hard.
"More," Harry began to cry, trembling as he rocked his hips against Draco's tongue and claws.
Draco wiggled his tongue inside him, stretching it to find that spot inside of Harry. Finally, with just the tip, he grazed it.
Harry groaned in surprise, never expecting Draco to reach that far. "Fuck ...."
It strained his tongue, but it was worth it. He thrust several more times, pressing deep to reach that spot and loving the tremors of his lover.
Harry believed it was possible that he could come just from Draco's tongue.
Draco loved the way Harry's arse clenched around his tongue but he also wanted more. He pulled his tongue out, sweeping it again over his entrance. He drew himself up, still holding Harry's arse tight, lining himself up.
Harry let go and leaned up a bit, his forearms resting on the table instead. "Fuck me, Draco," Harry begged, licking his dry lips.
Draco pressed into his lover, groaning at the tight heat of him. "Oh, yes," he hissed.
"Mm, Draco," Harry murmured, resting his forehead on the table again. "Love you."
Draco was trembling, pressed deep inside Harry. "Yes, mine," he answered, blood welling around his claws in Harry's arse. He drew back and then flexed his hips, pushing his cock in smooth, but deep.
Harry groaned and arched, feeling like he could never get enough of Draco. "Yours, only yours!"
Draco growled his agreement, hips working in fluid motion, pulling back and then lifting up before sliding forward, working to hit that spot each time.
Harry rocked his hips along with the thrusts, beginning to softly pant. "More ...."
Draco's growls filled the room as he pumped his hips faster, harder. "Fuck, yes," he yelled, the words barely recognisable.
Harry could feel his hips digging into the table and he knew he'd have dark bruises there when they were done. "Not ... g-going to last," he stuttered, each thrust sending a shock of pleasure through his system over and over.
Draco howled, coming hard into his lover, hot sperm shooting inside him and his claws digging in so deep they were buried inside Harry's flesh.
Harry whimpered as he came in the next moment, an edge of pain in his voice. It felt as though Draco could just push the claws in an inch more and they'd touch his hip bones. He stayed completely still as he fought to catch his breath.
Shuddering still, Draco leant forward, pressing his face to Harry's back, licking the blood there and nuzzling.
Harry swallowed slowly, shifting his hips a bit. "Draco ...."
"Harry," Draco whispered, "I am going to pull my claws back now. It will probably hurt."
"Yeah, go ahead." He nodded, biting his lip as he waited for Draco to pull them out.
Draco pulled his cock and his claws out at the same time, pressing palms down on the wounds to stop the blood flow that erupted.
"Ow," Harry whispered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.
Draco lapped at the wounds, having found that, oddly enough, it seemed to stop the blood flow. After a few minutes of pressure and his tongue, the puncture wounds were dark but no longer bleeding.
Harry continued to pant softly, little whimpers escaping him every now and then. He was always so tired after.
Draco stood, looking down at Harry. The man's back and buttocks were covered in long shallow cuts, in addition to the deep puncture marks.
"Do they look as deep as they feel?" Harry murmured, trying to stand up straight.
"Don't move, yet." Draco said, "Give them time to scab. Do you want anything? Or I could carry you? That is, if you don't want to heal them."
"I wanna sleep," Harry replied, collapsing against the table again.
"I'll carry you," Draco said, lifting him gently into his arms and carrying him up to their room. He laid him in the bed and pulled the covers up. "Sleep on your stomach," he suggested.
Harry nodded, already snuggling up to a pillow. "I think I've got bruises on my hips," he mumbled, smiling a bit.
"More than bruises," Draco said, petting him with the backs of his hands. "I am going to clean up some. I will be right back."
"Hurry up," Harry whispered, wanting to fall asleep in Draco's arms still. He shifted, ignoring the pain. He did ask for it.
Draco showered quickly, blood flowing down the drain, and then returned, damp, to Harry's side.
Harry was humming to himself, in between sleep and awareness. "Draco," he said, hearing his footsteps in the quiet room.
Draco crawled in beside him. "Here."
Harry moved closer, his head feeling strangely light and woozy. "You're wet ...."
"Yes," the blond whispered. "Sleep now."
"I'm trying," Harry mumbled, rubbing his face against Draco's chest.
"What can I do?" Draco whispered.
"Can you sing?" Harry asked out of the blue.
"Not any more," Draco said.
"Have you tried to?"
"No," he whispered.
"You should try." Harry closed his eyes, curling up as much as he could against him. "For me ...."
Draco began to hum. It wasn't singing, but it was a start.
Harry fell asleep within a few minutes, a small smile on his face.