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A Joining
A/N I am not sure what is going on here at AFF but this story never seems to be posted as new. So I am sorry you lot have to page to find the updates. I've contacted the webmaster to find out why, but I think It's because I combined a couple of chapters so it's not reading it as new chapters.
A/N 19th, November 2007 - Just updating with the beta'd chapter. You lot will have to wait until after Thanksgiving for the outcome!
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~Chapter Twenty-Nine – A Joining~
Once inside the bedroom, Draco pulled Harry to him, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy’s waist. He buried his face in the dark, unruly locks and inhaled Harry’s scent. Sweet hay and vanilla, a heady combination that spoke to Draco of Harry’s innocence; he wondered briefly whether Harry’s scent would change after tonight. Probably not, Draco reasoned. It was Harry’s scent. It was unique to him, and despite losing his sexual innocence, Harry would still be Harry, with all his unique perspectives, virtues and faults.
Draco was dragged from his thoughts when Harry sighed against his neck, his nose inhaling deeply, of what, Draco could only imagine, was his own scent. He wondered, very briefly, what he smelled like to Harry before the raven-haired boy distracted him, yet again, by grabbing both sides of Draco’s face and standing on his toes, smashing their lips together, beginning a searing and needy kiss.
As their kiss grew in intensity, Draco’s grip on Harry tightened and he lifted the boy up. His new lover instinctually leapt up, wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist, bringing their hardening lengths together. They both broke the kiss and moaned at the sensations emanating from their groins. Draco’s mouth attached itself to Harry’s neck, where he sucked and licked from ear to clavicle, nipping and biting to mark the territory as his own.
Draco carried Harry to the bed and fell upon it with Harry underneath him. He continued his exploration of Harry’s neck and jaw, his lips finally wandering back to those lips that had become Draco’s addiction. His tongue immediately darted out, demanding Harry let him in. Draco allowed himself to explore every bit of Harry’s mouth, tasting of strawberries and cream, just as their first kiss so many days ago. ‘How curious,’ he thought, ‘that Harry smelled of his two favourite scents and tasted of his favourite foods.’ The thought only stayed briefly as his desire to posses Harry began to overwhelm him.
Skin.
Draco wanted to feel Harry’s skin against his own. His hands began tugging at Harry’s shirttails, freeing them from the loose denims. The blond yanked the offending garment over his head as Harry’s hands, which had not been unoccupied, followed Draco’s actions and stripped Draco of his own top. The two lovers gasped as their naked torsos touched. Heat, almost too much heat, passed between them.
It was not enough…
Their desperate fingers went for each other’s waists and tugged and pulled and ripped, carelessly removing the last vestiges of material between their bodies. The need to be as close as possible was strong; it pulsated with the energy around them. They pressed themselves tightly together, rubbing against each other almost painfully.
Had they not been so lost in one another, they might have taken the time to wonder about the growing need. At any other time, with any other person, the two boys would have been frightened by such a strong desire. But the rightness and goodness overrode the overwhelming need for completion, and they ignored any fears that could have arisen.
Draco lifted his hips then forcefully ground his cock against Harry’s; the yelp and throaty whimper that followed bought the more experienced boy back to reality. This was Harry’s first time. This had to be good for Harry, not this overriding need, forcing them to a quick and hasty copulation. Draco wanted Harry to remember this as something wonderful, not this desperate act it was evolving into. With a will he did not know he possessed, made himself calm down and move more slowly.
He pulled back slightly and looked into Harry’s bright green eyes now hazed with pleasure and desire. Draco rolled over onto his back, carrying Harry with him, so the shorter boy was on top. He gentled his hands to slide softly along Harry’s flanks; his lips caressed Harry’s cheeks, down his jaw and throat. There would be time enough for good hard fucking later. Right now was about love making.
Harry seemed to have sensed the change in pace and rocked his hips languidly against Draco, setting a slow and torturous pace. The two boys touched and fondled and gently nipped, their hands gliding along soft skin, learning one another, memorising each muscle, each reaction for later use.
They stayed like that, with Harry’s weight comfortably resting on top of Draco for long moments, kissing deeply, staring intently into each other’s eyes; all the while, they mapped out the other’s bodies with their hands. Eventually, Harry broke the delicate silence…
“Draco,” he whispered. “It’s time.” The air around them seemed to crackle as the hushed words were uttered. Harry rolled off of Draco onto his side as Draco followed him over so they were facing one another. He gazed into Draco’s eyes, one of his hands lightly stroking Draco’s cheek. “I’m ready; it’s time,” he said again.
Draco nodded. He sat up and rummaged over the side of the bed for a wand. His fingers grasped one, which, he didn’t know, nor did it matter. He quickly summoned lubricant from the guest room he had been sleeping in. He then whispered a spell over Harry. He watched with amusement as Harry’s eyes widened at the curious sensation of being “cleaned out” magically.
“What was that spell?”
“Tergo Intestinum Corpus.”
“Can I do that to myself?”
“Yes. I’ll teach you later.”
“Feels weird…”
“I’m sure. But it will make things easier and more comfortable for you, Harry.”
Draco looked intensely at Harry. “You’re sure?” he asked one more time.
Harry’s gaze never wavered from his lover, “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Draco,” he replied with confidence.
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry’s lips sweetly. “I’ll be gentle; I swear.”
Draco manoeuvred Harry onto his back, situating himself between his lover’s legs. He looked over Harry’s body. He was still too thin, but to Draco he was beautiful. His skin was creamy and now thankfully, unblemished. Harry had scant body hair. There was none above the groin where he had a thatch of neat black curls surrounding his lovely, hard cock.
Draco grinned as he coated his fingers in lubricant. There was one sure fire way to distract a new lover from the fact that your fingers were in their arse. Draco licked his lips and leaned over, dragging his tongue over Harry’s cock from base to crown. The dark-haired boy gasped, jerking his hips slightly off the bed. The blond smirked at the other boy’s reaction. Kneeling between Harry’s splayed legs, Draco placed one had firmly on Harry’s hip, keeping him down on the bed, his other hand slid down from Harry’s balls to his anus, his fingers slick and oil coated, he gently circled the tight ring. Harry wriggled, moaning quietly as Draco took the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking slightly, just enough to elicit another throaty groan from Harry.
Draco continued to massage Harry’s entrance as his other free hand and his mouth surrounded Harry’s prick. Draco swirled his tongue over the purple crown, licking up any pre-come. Harry tasted wonderful. The grey-eyed boy worked his lips down, taking as much into his mouth as possible. Drawing up, he sucked hard. Harry threw his head back and howled in pleasure. Sure that Harry’s body was occupied; Draco slipped one slick finger into Harry. Harry barely registered the intrusion. Satisfied, Draco withdrew the finger and added a second. Harry grimaced slightly at this, but the blond anticipated it and hummed around the cock in his mouth; he pumped the two fingers in and out of Harry in time with the up and down motion of his mouth. Harry did not even realise when a third and final finger was added until Draco crooked one of the digits inside of the green-eyed boy, brushing over his prostate.
Harry arched off the bed, whimpering in need. “Gods…” he gasped. “Gods, Draco! Please, more,” he begged. “I want to feel you inside me. NOW!” he demanded.
Draco chuckled around his mouthful, reluctantly letting it slip from his lips. He reached for the lubricant and slicked up his own engorged, and much neglected, cock.
Draco grabbed two pillows from the head of the bed and urged Harry to lift his hips. Once Harry was settled, Draco carefully placed his lover’s legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself to enter Harry. He looked deeply into the green eyes that had, for this moment, become his world. Seeing only desire, love and trust there, he pushed forward.
As Draco began to move into Harry, the air again cracked, and energy seemed to be moving about the room, surrounding the new lovers. In the back of Draco’s mind he knew there should be pain, or at least some discomfort. Harry did not seem to be experiencing either of these sensations. In fact, Harry was eagerly urging Draco forward, accepting more and more of Draco inside of himself. If it did not feel so right, Draco may have worried. But it did feel right. No, it felt bloody fantastic. Perfect. Like the first time he had kissed Harry this was just as right, just as perfect, just as blissful.
When he was fully seated inside, Draco moaned. He looked to Harry, waiting for a sign to move. Harry’s breath was coming in small gasps, his eyes shuttered closed tightly. Draco feared, momentarily, that he had been wrong, and Harry was in pain. He began to panic. Suddenly Harry’s eyes snapped open and glowed with anticipation; he wiggled his bottom encouragingly. That was all Draco needed. He pulled back then angled his hips and snapped them forcefully back inside of Harry. The dark-haired boy keened with delight as his prostate was hit head on.
Draco began thrusting in earnest. The feeling of rightness seemed to be growing and growing inside of him. With each push into Harry’s tight heat, the glow that had settled around the room intensified. Draco did not question it, and Harry did not appear bothered by it. The energy egged them on, building and building as they both strove to reach their climax.
Just as Draco felt ready to explode, his eyes locked with Harry’s and words fell from his mouth without thought or prompting…
“My life is yours, Harry,” he gasped.
“As mine is yours, Draco,”
“My heart is yours.”
“As mine is yours.”
“My soul is yours.”
“As mine is yours.”
“You are my other half, there will be no other.”
“As you are my other half, there will be no other.”
“I love you and only you.”
“And I love you and only you.”
The two boys stared intently at one another, never noticing the glow brighten and strengthen. The air crackled and sparked and the house shook on its foundation. Draco thrust deeply into Harry one last time as Harry arched off the bed, keening. They both climaxed simultaneously, shouting each other’s names. The glow became blinding as Draco collapsed on top of Harry. Both boys fell into blissful unconsciousness, still intimately connected.
~~~~~~~
Severus Snape considered himself a reasonable man, but this was almost too much. When the alarm he had secretly placed on his godson chimed a warning, he had thought the worst: Death Eaters had breached the protection wards at Privet Drive.
That was what he expected to find.
What he did find was unfathomable.
He rushed to Privet Drive expecting to see Order members and Death Eaters engaged in battle, or his beloved godson and that insufferable Potter brat dead.
He did not expect to see nothing amiss at all. There was no battle, no Death Eaters and no dead bodies lying in the front garden. The only thing that appeared out of the ordinary was a strange pulsing power emanating from the house, a power which caused the hairs on the back of Snape’s neck to stand on end as if the air were charged. Cautiously, he entered Privet Drive. Hearing ungodly moaning from above, he ran up the stairs two at a time and flung open Potter’s bedroom door…
He was about to shout at the two fornicating boys when he noticed the energy floating around the boys, weaving around them, through them. It was growing. It was coalescing, organising, becoming stronger. And then…
The words…
He heard the vows spoken freely. He watched in utter horror as the two boys climaxed, sealing the bond. He then watched as the power became solid for just a moment, the light from it blinding him.
Severus Snape had just witnessed the bonding of two souls. Draco Malfoy had just, unwittingly or not, tied his fate to Harry Potter.
“Fucking, son-of-a…” he growled as he slammed the door shut and moved downstairs. He had to contact Dumbledore. Draco and Narcissa were no longer safe.
“Why me?” he mumbled. “Why is it always me?”
A/N 19th, November 2007 - Just updating with the beta'd chapter. You lot will have to wait until after Thanksgiving for the outcome!
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~Chapter Twenty-Nine – A Joining~
Once inside the bedroom, Draco pulled Harry to him, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy’s waist. He buried his face in the dark, unruly locks and inhaled Harry’s scent. Sweet hay and vanilla, a heady combination that spoke to Draco of Harry’s innocence; he wondered briefly whether Harry’s scent would change after tonight. Probably not, Draco reasoned. It was Harry’s scent. It was unique to him, and despite losing his sexual innocence, Harry would still be Harry, with all his unique perspectives, virtues and faults.
Draco was dragged from his thoughts when Harry sighed against his neck, his nose inhaling deeply, of what, Draco could only imagine, was his own scent. He wondered, very briefly, what he smelled like to Harry before the raven-haired boy distracted him, yet again, by grabbing both sides of Draco’s face and standing on his toes, smashing their lips together, beginning a searing and needy kiss.
As their kiss grew in intensity, Draco’s grip on Harry tightened and he lifted the boy up. His new lover instinctually leapt up, wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist, bringing their hardening lengths together. They both broke the kiss and moaned at the sensations emanating from their groins. Draco’s mouth attached itself to Harry’s neck, where he sucked and licked from ear to clavicle, nipping and biting to mark the territory as his own.
Draco carried Harry to the bed and fell upon it with Harry underneath him. He continued his exploration of Harry’s neck and jaw, his lips finally wandering back to those lips that had become Draco’s addiction. His tongue immediately darted out, demanding Harry let him in. Draco allowed himself to explore every bit of Harry’s mouth, tasting of strawberries and cream, just as their first kiss so many days ago. ‘How curious,’ he thought, ‘that Harry smelled of his two favourite scents and tasted of his favourite foods.’ The thought only stayed briefly as his desire to posses Harry began to overwhelm him.
Skin.
Draco wanted to feel Harry’s skin against his own. His hands began tugging at Harry’s shirttails, freeing them from the loose denims. The blond yanked the offending garment over his head as Harry’s hands, which had not been unoccupied, followed Draco’s actions and stripped Draco of his own top. The two lovers gasped as their naked torsos touched. Heat, almost too much heat, passed between them.
It was not enough…
Their desperate fingers went for each other’s waists and tugged and pulled and ripped, carelessly removing the last vestiges of material between their bodies. The need to be as close as possible was strong; it pulsated with the energy around them. They pressed themselves tightly together, rubbing against each other almost painfully.
Had they not been so lost in one another, they might have taken the time to wonder about the growing need. At any other time, with any other person, the two boys would have been frightened by such a strong desire. But the rightness and goodness overrode the overwhelming need for completion, and they ignored any fears that could have arisen.
Draco lifted his hips then forcefully ground his cock against Harry’s; the yelp and throaty whimper that followed bought the more experienced boy back to reality. This was Harry’s first time. This had to be good for Harry, not this overriding need, forcing them to a quick and hasty copulation. Draco wanted Harry to remember this as something wonderful, not this desperate act it was evolving into. With a will he did not know he possessed, made himself calm down and move more slowly.
He pulled back slightly and looked into Harry’s bright green eyes now hazed with pleasure and desire. Draco rolled over onto his back, carrying Harry with him, so the shorter boy was on top. He gentled his hands to slide softly along Harry’s flanks; his lips caressed Harry’s cheeks, down his jaw and throat. There would be time enough for good hard fucking later. Right now was about love making.
Harry seemed to have sensed the change in pace and rocked his hips languidly against Draco, setting a slow and torturous pace. The two boys touched and fondled and gently nipped, their hands gliding along soft skin, learning one another, memorising each muscle, each reaction for later use.
They stayed like that, with Harry’s weight comfortably resting on top of Draco for long moments, kissing deeply, staring intently into each other’s eyes; all the while, they mapped out the other’s bodies with their hands. Eventually, Harry broke the delicate silence…
“Draco,” he whispered. “It’s time.” The air around them seemed to crackle as the hushed words were uttered. Harry rolled off of Draco onto his side as Draco followed him over so they were facing one another. He gazed into Draco’s eyes, one of his hands lightly stroking Draco’s cheek. “I’m ready; it’s time,” he said again.
Draco nodded. He sat up and rummaged over the side of the bed for a wand. His fingers grasped one, which, he didn’t know, nor did it matter. He quickly summoned lubricant from the guest room he had been sleeping in. He then whispered a spell over Harry. He watched with amusement as Harry’s eyes widened at the curious sensation of being “cleaned out” magically.
“What was that spell?”
“Tergo Intestinum Corpus.”
“Can I do that to myself?”
“Yes. I’ll teach you later.”
“Feels weird…”
“I’m sure. But it will make things easier and more comfortable for you, Harry.”
Draco looked intensely at Harry. “You’re sure?” he asked one more time.
Harry’s gaze never wavered from his lover, “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Draco,” he replied with confidence.
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry’s lips sweetly. “I’ll be gentle; I swear.”
Draco manoeuvred Harry onto his back, situating himself between his lover’s legs. He looked over Harry’s body. He was still too thin, but to Draco he was beautiful. His skin was creamy and now thankfully, unblemished. Harry had scant body hair. There was none above the groin where he had a thatch of neat black curls surrounding his lovely, hard cock.
Draco grinned as he coated his fingers in lubricant. There was one sure fire way to distract a new lover from the fact that your fingers were in their arse. Draco licked his lips and leaned over, dragging his tongue over Harry’s cock from base to crown. The dark-haired boy gasped, jerking his hips slightly off the bed. The blond smirked at the other boy’s reaction. Kneeling between Harry’s splayed legs, Draco placed one had firmly on Harry’s hip, keeping him down on the bed, his other hand slid down from Harry’s balls to his anus, his fingers slick and oil coated, he gently circled the tight ring. Harry wriggled, moaning quietly as Draco took the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking slightly, just enough to elicit another throaty groan from Harry.
Draco continued to massage Harry’s entrance as his other free hand and his mouth surrounded Harry’s prick. Draco swirled his tongue over the purple crown, licking up any pre-come. Harry tasted wonderful. The grey-eyed boy worked his lips down, taking as much into his mouth as possible. Drawing up, he sucked hard. Harry threw his head back and howled in pleasure. Sure that Harry’s body was occupied; Draco slipped one slick finger into Harry. Harry barely registered the intrusion. Satisfied, Draco withdrew the finger and added a second. Harry grimaced slightly at this, but the blond anticipated it and hummed around the cock in his mouth; he pumped the two fingers in and out of Harry in time with the up and down motion of his mouth. Harry did not even realise when a third and final finger was added until Draco crooked one of the digits inside of the green-eyed boy, brushing over his prostate.
Harry arched off the bed, whimpering in need. “Gods…” he gasped. “Gods, Draco! Please, more,” he begged. “I want to feel you inside me. NOW!” he demanded.
Draco chuckled around his mouthful, reluctantly letting it slip from his lips. He reached for the lubricant and slicked up his own engorged, and much neglected, cock.
Draco grabbed two pillows from the head of the bed and urged Harry to lift his hips. Once Harry was settled, Draco carefully placed his lover’s legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself to enter Harry. He looked deeply into the green eyes that had, for this moment, become his world. Seeing only desire, love and trust there, he pushed forward.
As Draco began to move into Harry, the air again cracked, and energy seemed to be moving about the room, surrounding the new lovers. In the back of Draco’s mind he knew there should be pain, or at least some discomfort. Harry did not seem to be experiencing either of these sensations. In fact, Harry was eagerly urging Draco forward, accepting more and more of Draco inside of himself. If it did not feel so right, Draco may have worried. But it did feel right. No, it felt bloody fantastic. Perfect. Like the first time he had kissed Harry this was just as right, just as perfect, just as blissful.
When he was fully seated inside, Draco moaned. He looked to Harry, waiting for a sign to move. Harry’s breath was coming in small gasps, his eyes shuttered closed tightly. Draco feared, momentarily, that he had been wrong, and Harry was in pain. He began to panic. Suddenly Harry’s eyes snapped open and glowed with anticipation; he wiggled his bottom encouragingly. That was all Draco needed. He pulled back then angled his hips and snapped them forcefully back inside of Harry. The dark-haired boy keened with delight as his prostate was hit head on.
Draco began thrusting in earnest. The feeling of rightness seemed to be growing and growing inside of him. With each push into Harry’s tight heat, the glow that had settled around the room intensified. Draco did not question it, and Harry did not appear bothered by it. The energy egged them on, building and building as they both strove to reach their climax.
Just as Draco felt ready to explode, his eyes locked with Harry’s and words fell from his mouth without thought or prompting…
“My life is yours, Harry,” he gasped.
“As mine is yours, Draco,”
“My heart is yours.”
“As mine is yours.”
“My soul is yours.”
“As mine is yours.”
“You are my other half, there will be no other.”
“As you are my other half, there will be no other.”
“I love you and only you.”
“And I love you and only you.”
The two boys stared intently at one another, never noticing the glow brighten and strengthen. The air crackled and sparked and the house shook on its foundation. Draco thrust deeply into Harry one last time as Harry arched off the bed, keening. They both climaxed simultaneously, shouting each other’s names. The glow became blinding as Draco collapsed on top of Harry. Both boys fell into blissful unconsciousness, still intimately connected.
~~~~~~~
Severus Snape considered himself a reasonable man, but this was almost too much. When the alarm he had secretly placed on his godson chimed a warning, he had thought the worst: Death Eaters had breached the protection wards at Privet Drive.
That was what he expected to find.
What he did find was unfathomable.
He rushed to Privet Drive expecting to see Order members and Death Eaters engaged in battle, or his beloved godson and that insufferable Potter brat dead.
He did not expect to see nothing amiss at all. There was no battle, no Death Eaters and no dead bodies lying in the front garden. The only thing that appeared out of the ordinary was a strange pulsing power emanating from the house, a power which caused the hairs on the back of Snape’s neck to stand on end as if the air were charged. Cautiously, he entered Privet Drive. Hearing ungodly moaning from above, he ran up the stairs two at a time and flung open Potter’s bedroom door…
He was about to shout at the two fornicating boys when he noticed the energy floating around the boys, weaving around them, through them. It was growing. It was coalescing, organising, becoming stronger. And then…
The words…
He heard the vows spoken freely. He watched in utter horror as the two boys climaxed, sealing the bond. He then watched as the power became solid for just a moment, the light from it blinding him.
Severus Snape had just witnessed the bonding of two souls. Draco Malfoy had just, unwittingly or not, tied his fate to Harry Potter.
“Fucking, son-of-a…” he growled as he slammed the door shut and moved downstairs. He had to contact Dumbledore. Draco and Narcissa were no longer safe.
“Why me?” he mumbled. “Why is it always me?”