Dragon Hunt

Harry chewed his lip. “You’re telling me that Voldemort means to marry you?”

“According to Severus, he had begun the proceedings with my father as soon as Pansy’s big mouth had spilled my sexual preferences to her parents. My father saw it as an opportunity to gain footing with the Dark Lord, footing that couldn’t be arbitrarily taken as Voldemort is known to do. Voldemort saw it as a way to inherit money and fulfill sexual appetites,” Draco finished quickly.

Harry could hear the despair in his mate’s purr and silently apologized for causing him any stress over the situation because of his own insecurities. “And now—“

“Voldemort’s thoughts have not changed,” Draco said flatly, turning away from the brunette.

“Draco, I—“

“Don’t, just—“ Draco swallowed back tears. “We both know that if I am going to keep my position in Voldemort’s circle and as a spy for the Order that I will have to go along with it. With permission, Severus has informed the Dark Lord that I will agree to an engagement on the--”

“No!” Harry shouted angrily.

Draco raised his voice to drown out Harry’s protests. “On the condition that it remain completely proper by pure-blood wizarding traditions.”

Harry shook his head. “I will not stand for that snake touching you! I will not stand for him even thinking that he can! I don’t care about the war or the Order! It’s too much for them to ask! I will not—“

“We have no choice!” Draco shouted back. Harry knew from the purr that Draco had thought the situation through, that he was sure about the words about to come out of his mouth. “Voldemort is planning an attack on the Ministry! No one has been given details, only that it’s soon, probably during the holidays. If I deny Voldemort, not only is my position erased, but it endangers Severus’s. We—Harry, you know that this is too important. The Order needs me—you need me—to do this if we have a chance to bring him down. If he succeeds in taking down the ministry . . .” Draco’s voice faded away.

Harry felt as if his body were stuffed with wool. He was itchy from the inside. And he felt so tight all over that he thought he’d shatter if someone touched him. He didn’t know what to do, so he stepped past Draco to the French doors and out onto the balcony. Draco jumped, startled when Harry just screamed: loud, painful, gut wrenching, heartbreaking. The sound of his mate’s anger and pain brought tears to his eyes, tears that he had managed to hide when the anguish was his alone.

He barely registered that the screaming had stopped when Harry grabbed him, wrapping his arms around him. “We’ll run. You and me. We’ll take the egg and we’ll disappear. To hell with the Order and Voldemort and the ministry. To hell with the wizarding world! I can’t let you go to him. Marry me! We’ll just—”

“He’d hunt us the moment we were legally joined! He’d know through the ministry contacts. He’d—“

“I can’t, Draco. I can’t let you do this, can’t let you sacrifice—.”

“I can’t live knowing that our selfishness allowed him to—“

“Draco, my dragon, my love, my mate, my world,” Harry cried. “I—“ He lost his words as he swallowed Draco in a kiss more needy than any either had experienced. They both tasted the tears as lips and tongues clashed. Hands frantically fumbled over clothes undoing buttons and zippers and finally just tearing in frustration.

Their bodies met, pressing together bare skin to bare skin. They wanted—needed—to lose themselves in eachother. “Please, Harry,” Draco begged, his voice shaking. “Don’t hate me.”

“Never,” Harry breathed as he pushed Draco gently backwards, tumbling them both into the bed.

“Tell me you’ll still love me after—“

“It won’t come to that,” Harry promised.

Draco pulled himself from Harry’s arms, rolling to face away from him. “And if it does? Could you ever look at me the same after I’d become the Dark Lord’s whore?” he spat viciously.

Harry stiffened at the phrasing, but moved closer to Draco again, spooning up behind him and whispering in his ear. “Never use that word to describe yourself, Draco. Never,” he said fiercely. “No matter what you do for this war.” Harry could hear Draco’s attempts to muffle his tears. “Do you understand me?” When Draco said nothing, Harry shook him. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Draco said brokenly.

“We will do everything in our power to make sure it doesn’t come to that, Draco. Everything. But—“ Harry swallowed back his own tears at the thought. “I will always love you, Draco.”

Draco nodded, not trusting his voice to be steady. Instead, he pressed his hips backwards against his mate. At the same time, he pulled Harry’s arm to wrap around him protectively. “Harry,” he sighed after a long moment. Again he pressed back, rubbing his bum against Harry’s stiffening cock. The brunette took the hint and reached between them, teasing Draco’s puckered entrance. “Don’t,” Draco said quietly. “I want you,” he purred.

Harry bit his lip unsurely. He didn’t want to hurt his mate, but he recognized the need in Draco’s purr. He pulled back to align himself properly and then without preparation, slid home into the willing body of his lover. Draco gasped. “Harry!” he said urgently.

Harry held tight onto the dragon in front of him, waiting for the blond to adjust before rocking against him. The pair engaged in slow, lazy movements that allowed them to feel the other entirely and focus not only on the pleasure they brought each other, but the comfort and security they both felt in each other’s arms: safety that their lives apart from each other did not hold for them and never truly had.




Draco awoke to a low chuckle in his ear. “What?” he demanded sleepily.

“You’re still blue,” Harry whispered from his place beside the slumbering dragon. Draco felt the gentle touch of his lover run over his face, throat, chest, abdomen. He groaned when the gentle touch turned demanding. “All of you.”

“My balls are blue only because of the spell, I assure you,” Draco muttered dryly.

“It’s beginning to fade and should be gone completely by the end of the day. But, I am concerned about the blue balls. Perhaps we should—“ Harry’s words were interrupted by an insistent pounding on the door.

Draco rolled out of bed, and out of Harry’s arms. “Charlie said he’d be here first thing in the morning,” he said.

“But the sun is barely in the sky!” Harry complained.

Draco shrugged, but pulled open the door for the Weasley dragon handler. “Good morning!” Charlie said cheerily and then blushed and turned away. “You’re naked.” Draco looked down and shrugged. He glanced over at his mate, still lounging nude on the bed and looking completely wanton.

“It’s our bedroom and it’s barely past dawn,” Draco replied snidely. “What do you expect?”

Charlie nodded, still turned away and still looking completely embarrassed. “I’m going to go fetch breakfast for the three of us and I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Please be dressed?”

“We’ll see what we can do,” Harry said humorously and watched the red-head disappear again. His humor turned to full out laughter when he was gone.

“Come on, Harry,” Draco said, pulling Harry from the bed by his wrist, leading him over towards the chair.

“You going to bend me over the sofa and fuck me until I can’t walk?” Harry asked mischievously.

Draco paused and stared at his mate. “You’re quite randy this morning, aren’t you?” Harry blushed, but nodded with a smile. “Maybe later, but right now we have an egg to tend to.” Harry’s blush disappeared, but his smile brightened. Draco lifted the egg and dropped onto the couch. Harry soon climbed over the back of the couch, wrapping Draco in his arms and placing a hand on the egg along side Draco’s. Draco immediately decided he liked the idea of twice daily cuddling sessions.

It came more naturally than it did the night before. They easily allowed their energies to swirl together. Harry then focused their combined energies and pushed them into the egg. They stayed like that, feeling the magics flow through them and into the egg. Draco felt Harry slump against his back and turned to see him unconscious. Draco pulled his mate’s hand away from the egg and watched as Harry’s eyes fluttered open and he groaned.

Draco disentangled himself and placed the egg in the cushioned chair where it had spent the night before. If the process was this draining for his mate, Draco decided he hated the prescribed twice daily cuddling sessions. “Harry?” he asked, concerned.

“Hmm?”

Draco slid his hands through his mate’s hair and straightened his glasses. “You all right?”

“Tired,” Harry said quietly. Draco watched the brunette try to pull himself from the couch and decided to help, sliding his shoulder under Harry’s arm to help him steady himself.

“Let’s get you in the tub,” Draco said quietly. He set Harry on the edge as he adjusted the water temperatures and then helped Harry slide into the warm water. “Harry?”

“I’m fine, Draco. I promise. Quit panicking.”

“I think I’m acting quite calm, I’ll have you know,” Draco said impertinently.

“Your purr says you’re panicked. It’s been back and strong since you told me about Voldemort’s plans. I think the dullness was the purr’s way of telling me you were hiding from me. Guess you won’t be able to do that again, huh?” Harry laughed weakly and slid deeper into the warm bath.

“And I don’t want to, Harry,” Draco said softly, “But—“

“I don’t want to talk about this. Go. Shower and then get dressed to meet Charlie. Just let me rest here for a moment. That takes a lot out of me.” Draco nodded reluctantly but did as was asked of him. After showering and dressing in a pair of Harry’s worn jeans and a plain white t-shirt he checked on Harry again and helped him move from the tub to the shower in order to actually bath instead of just soak. Just in time to hear the pounding on the door.

“Coming!” Draco called. He glanced back at Harry.

“Go. I’ll be out in a few,” Harry assured him. Draco closed the bathroom door tightly behind him and then let in the Weasley.

“Where’s Harry?” Charlie asked when he placed a tray of food on the low table by the furniture.

“Shower. He’ll be out soon. But, before he is, I want to ask you about magically tending the egg.” Charlie nodded. “It really drains Harry. Last night, you saw his weakness. This morning he actually passed out. Is that normal?”

Charlie frowned and took a seat on the couch after a quick glance at the egg on the chair. “No. But, neither is a human feeding a dragon egg magical energies.” Charlie chewed on his lip and furrowed his brow, which Draco took as thinking. “Dragons are literally magical creatures. Wizards are natural creatures with magical powers. When it comes to magic, a dragon will always have more.”

“But even with my dragon magic, Harry is more powerful than I am.”

“A wizard’s may be more powerful, but he has less.”

“I don’t get it,” Draco admitted.

“It’s like you a have a whole barrel of butterbeer. When you feed the egg, you’re giving it a cup or two. That’s not much from a barrel. Harry is working with a bottle of firewhiskey. More powerful? Definitely. But a cup or two out of the bottle makes the bottle half empty. He may be stronger than you, but because you are, in essence, a dragon, Harry will never match your stamina.”

“I beg to differ,” Harry said from the doorway of the bathroom. “I think I have plenty of stamina to keep up with Draco. In fact this morning he was complaining I was too randy for him.”

Draco blushed. Charlie laughed uncomfortably. “We were speaking magically, Harry,” Draco ground out. He wondered about Harry’s need to embarrass him. “Not sexually. It is why you’re so drained after tending the egg.”

Charlie repeated his butterbeer and firewhiskey analogy for Harry, who nodded as he contemplated it. “You said before that dragons were weakened by feeding the egg.”

“It’ll grow progressively worse,” Charlie said.

“By the end, I’ll—“

“Weak as a newborn kitten, I expect. If you make it that long,” Charlie said laughing lightly. At the glare from the pair, he turned serious. “I’m kidding, but you should both talk to Snape about potions that may help. These are dangerous times to be so weak.” Draco nodded grimly.