JADE & THE SILVER DRAGON

Chapter Twenty-Eight


The next couple of weeks, Harry kept busy with his classes, sneaking in a couple of hours a day for Draco. It was a real force of will to not let their kisses get more heated. As Harry sat in the Great Hall, in a smiling daze as he remembered how frustrated Draco was the night before in his room. They were on the couch in a rather heated snog, when they were interrupted by Sirius’s head popping up in the green flames of the fireplace....wanting to talk. He had stormed out of the room, pouting and muttering something about neutering a certain godfather.

They had managed to control their snogging sessions....just barely, before things got out of hand. They had used the vibrators a few times over the two weeks, but they both missed each others touch...the taste of one another. There were many times where they both had wanted to just lose the bet and give into their needs, but the thought of serving breakfast to Ron in bed soon cooled their blood.

Hermione and Ron were of course, always on the look out to see if the two of them had given into temptation. At least once a day they would both feel a tingle of magic over them as Hermione performed her ‘sex detection’ spell.



Harry shook himself out of his daze and went to get his coat for the outing. It was a beautiful crisp Saturday morning when Harry bounded down the stairs to meet his friends at the front entrance. He smiled when he saw Draco waiting for him also, and quickly gathered the blonde in his arms and began to kiss him senseless, as Hermione and Ron stood back, rolling their eyes at the two of them.

“Merlin Harry, you can see him in a couple of hours,” Ron exclaimed, pulling on Harry’s sleeve. “You need to get the gift for the git today,” he grinned.

“I can come...you know...to help you pick it out,” Draco smirked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Harry laughed, buttoning up his winter cloak. “See you later Dragon,” he smiled then gave a quick kiss to Draco’s mouth again before leaving the school.

The three of them apparated to Diagon Alley where they went through the Leaky Cauldron to muggle London. Harry was in search of a leather shop for part of Draco’s gift.



Late afternoon, the three of them sat in the Leaky Cauldron, their pockets filled with their shrunken purchases. “So Harry, how have you been holding up?” Hermione grinned sneaking a fry off his plate.

“Besides being sexually frustrated?” Harry laughed, “good. We’re getting to know each other better.”

“And you still like the git?” Ron asked laughing.

“Yes, even more I think,” Harry replied, “didn’t think that could happen.”

“So what are the plans for Christmas?” Hermione asked.

“Sirius and I are invited to the Malfoy ranch for the holidays...along with Severus,” Harry replied before ordering another round of drinks.

“Remember, your always welcome at the Burrow Harry,” Ron said.

“And Draco?” Harry smirked.

“Yes....even Draco,” Ron sighed dramatically.

“We’ll see,” Harry grinned, “it’s the first Lucius-free Christmas for them, and they want to enjoy every day of it.”

After they finished their round of drinks, Ron and Harry were soon dragged back out to Diagon Alley, heading towards Flourish and Blotts, the wizarding bookshop...after Harry made a quick visit to the Potter vaults in Gringotts. While Hermione and Ron browsed the shelves, he went off on his own, picking up a few books himself for gifts or for some personal reading. He was at the counter when Hermione came up with her own armful of books, her taking a glance at his selection. She smiled to herself as she read over a few of the titles, then rushed off to the adult wizards section after dumping her armful of books into his arms. After they finally finished at the bookshop, they shrunk down their purchases, then tiredly apparated back to Hogsmeade to trek up to the school.

Draco sat at the end of the Slytherin table with Pansy, playing a game of Wizards Chess, his eyes straying to the open doors of the Great Hall every five seconds. “Relax Drake,” Millicent said as she noticed him fidgeting in his seat.

“He was supposed to be back hours ago,” Draco worriedly said. “What if a rogue death eater got him or something.”

“Draco,” Pansy sighed, “you’re forgetting he’s the boy-who-defeated-the-big-bad-guy. He can take care of himself.

“I know,” Draco said, “it’s just that now that I have him, I don’t want to lose him,” he said looking down at the chess pieces, not noticing Pansy smirking as she looked over his shoulder.

“There’s no way,” Harry said by his ear, “that you can get rid of me now,” he added as he slipped his chilled hands up the back of Draco’s shirt.

“Ahhh....fuck Harry...you’re cold!” Draco cried out as he jumped out of his seat.

“You can warm me up,” Harry laughed trying to slip his hands in the shirt again.

Draco grabbed Harry’s hands in his before they could touch his skin. “Where’s all your bags?” he asked not seeing any shopping bags.

“I had Dobby put them in my rooms, so a certain nosy Slytherin wouldn’t peak at what I got them,” Harry grinned sitting beside Draco on the bench.

“You honestly think Pansy would have done that?” Draco replied mischievously.

“You are such a wanker Drake,” Pansy smirked over at him, then got up along with Millicent to go to the library, to leave the two alone. “See you guys later.”

Harry turned on the bench so his legs straddled the seat. “I’m sorry if I worried you Draco,” he said reaching out for his hand, his thumb brushing over the knuckles.

“S’okay,” Draco replied, leaning over to get a kiss. “This is a new feeling for me...not used to worrying about someone other than myself,” he grinned.

“I like that you worried about me,” Harry smiled.

“Did you have a good time today with Granger and Weasley?”

“Yes, I did. It’s been awhile since the three of us got together like that.”

“I’m not holding you back if you want to spend time with them Harry. They’re your friends and I don’t want you to feel like you’re neglecting them to be with me,” Draco said, lifting up their hands to kiss Harry’s knuckles.

“I like being with you....and they have their own lives too.”

“Okay then,” Draco grinned. “So what’d you get me?” he smirked, leaning over to try to kiss the answer out of him.

“Not telling,” Harry laughed, taking the kisses he was getting from the blonde. “You ready for tonight?”

“Yes. Although I’d rather be alone with you, than a bunch of Gryffindors,” Draco replied letting Harry pull him to his feet.

“Pansy and Millicent are going to be there too,” Harry said. “We decided to celebrate a bit early since a lot of people are leaving for their holidays next weekend. We’ll drink...we’ll dance...and have a good time.”

“Hope there’s lots of mistletoe,” Draco grinned.

“Made sure of it,” Harry grinned, following Draco to the Slytherin common room. They sat with some seventh years and talked about this and that and their plans for the holidays. It wasn’t too soon after he sat down that some of the lower years asked their defense Professor for some advice. Harry readily helped the students, while Draco sat back proudly watching his boyfriend do what he obviously loves to do...teach.

Harry was in the middle of teaching a particular tricky spell when he felt Draco’s lips on the side of his neck. “Time to go,” Draco said by his ear.

Harry looked at his watch, then to Draco, seeing that he changed clothing and was holding his gag gift for the party. “Didn’t realize the time,” he sheepishly said then looked to the students he was helping. “Keep practicing and we’ll try some more after the holidays.”



The two of them left to go to Harry’s rooms where Harry quickly changed, leaving Draco to wait in his living room. They’d never get there if he let Draco help him dress. He came out wearing his leather pants and red button down shirt, Draco liking what he saw as he gazed at the open expanse of skin showing from the top few buttons being undone, and the tanned neck he so loved to nibble on.

When they entered, the party was already in full swing. People gathered around the pool table and dart board, all laughing and having a good time. Draco led the way to place their gifts on the table, then walked towards the bar, glancing up as he went.

Harry nodded to people as he went further into the room, then was stopped by Draco’s hand. He looked at Draco, wondering why he had stopped suddenly, then glanced up. A sprig of mistletoe. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s neck and swooped down for the kiss. He was about to draw back when Draco’s hand at the back of his neck kept him in place, deepening the kiss. He finally pulled back and placed his forehead on Draco’s. “Wonder how many mistletoe there are?” he grinned, gazing longingly at the blondes lips.

They were interrupted by Fred and George who came up to them to hand them a drink. Draco was about to take a sip when he saw Harry slightly shake his head at him. He looked to the two red-heads and saw their eyes looking at them expectantly, then looked back to Harry in understanding.

“What are you two doing here?” Harry asked smiling at the two troublemakers.

“We were asked to help with the party favors,” George began.

“And we miss these parties,” Fred finished.

Draco and Harry inconspicuously handed the drinks to Seamus and Dean, then watched as they talked with the twins. They watched as Seamus and Dean realized their drinks were spiked by the twins as they looked down at their webbed fingers and felt the gills at their necks....much to the amusement to those around them.

“Really guys,” Harry laughed, “you should know you can’t fool me.”

“Thought we’d try partner,” Fred said shrugging his one shoulder as he took a step or two back from them when they saw the two fishy Gryffindors come their way.

“Finnigan always did drink like a fish,” George laughed, then took off in the other direction when they were being chased down.

“Partner?” Draco asked as he stepped out of the way of the charging boys.

“Yes,” Harry laughed as Fred and George were held down by most of the seventh years, their fishy drinks poured down their own throats. “When I won the tri-wizard tournament in the fourth year, I didn’t want much to do with it, so I gave it to the twins to start their own joke shop. They tried to pay me back when it started to make money, but I refused. Instead, they made me a partner where they put my share into a Gringotts vault once a month.”

“Don’t they have two locations already?” Draco asked.

“Yes, and are looking to expand to a few other wizarding towns.”

“That’s where the chocolates came from, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, and the vibrators,” Harry replied. “They now have adult sections in each of their stores that are quite profitable.”

“Anything else I should know about you?” Draco asked leading Harry to the dance floor.

“Well, I like certain egotistical Slytherins,” Harry smiled as he tightened his hold around Draco’s waist as they moved to the music, “I like chocolate mint ice cream....I like to lay out in the sun at the cabin as it warms my naked body....I like to hear you moan out my name as I taste every part of you,” he added huskily by Draco’s ear.

“Harry,” Draco said a little breathlessly, “maybe we should talk more about that after next weekend,” he added as he nudged his hips closer to Harry’s, his arousal rubbing against the others.

Harry gripped Draco’s hips and stepped back, looking into the smokey grey eyes. “You are too much temptation for me love,” he grinned warmly.

Draco leaned in to give a brief kiss to Harry’s mouth, then put his hand over one of Harry’s to link his fingers through. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink,” he smirked, then led him to the bar.

The two of them got their drinks and then challenged a few people to a couple games of pool....which they won about half of. Around midnight, the music was turned down and everyone sat in a circle as the gag gifts were passed around. The first person opened theirs, then the second could either open another or steal the first persons. The ideal place to be in is near the end where you could pretty well have your pick of what you wanted. Harry and Draco were around the twentieth and twenty-first pick, out of about thirty people.

Harry and Draco had laughed along with everyone else when the gifts were open. There were quite a few items from the Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, along with a few Harry recognized from some muggle shops. There were the trick wands, the canary creams, extendable ears, vibrators, and the all too familiar black box of chocolates from the wizarding world. From the muggle world there were things like singing thong panties, whips, paddles, feathers, fuzzy handcuffs, sex books, and many others things that Fred and George had to investigate for future endeavors.

It was then Harry’s turn. He looked at the few gifts on the table, then around the room. His gaze stopped at Pansy. “I’ll take those Pansy,” he grinned, holding out his hand for the fur lined handcuffs.

“Lucky you Draco,” she replied, handing them over, then opened another gift.

Draco looked at the cuffs, his thoughts on when they would use them, and who would be the one wearing them. He looked up to see the devilish smile Harry was giving him. “You or me?” he quietly asked.

“We’ll take turns,” Harry replied, “but you first.” He was leaning in to kiss Draco when he heard someone clear their throat, then looked around the room to see everyone looking at them expectantly. “I guess it’s your turn Dragon,” he grinned motioning to the others around the room.

Draco was tempted by a few other people’s gifts...like the flavored body paint, or the bottle of wine that Hermione was tightly hanging onto. Instead he reached over for a wrapped gift and sat back on the floor beside Harry, enjoying the feel of Harry’s hand running up and down his back. When he opened it, he couldn’t help the laughter that let loose.

“Bloody hell!” Harry exclaimed looking at the gift, a 12" Harry Potter doll in a Gryffindor quidditch uniform, complete with Firebolt broom and snitch.

“Not a bad resemblance,” Draco grinned. “The box says the doll does tricks on the broom as it chases the snitch. It even has the scar.”

“Where....” Harry began.

“There’s a new wizards toy shop in Diagon Alley. It has about three other Harry Potter dolls,” Seamus grinned.

“Like what?” Hermione asked coming over to look at the doll.

“In his school uniform, in jeans and the famous Weasley jumper, and in leather,” Dean said.

“Leather?” Draco asked.

“What next?” Harry sighed, “Ron and Hermione dolls?” he muttered.

Draco leaned over to kiss Harry’s cheek, then placed the doll at his side. “I’m dating someone famous,” he snickered, “will you autograph the box Mister Potter?”

“Git,” Harry laughed, leaning back on his hands. “Who’s next?” he asked changing the uncomfortable topic.

There were about five people left, Colin Creevey being last. He eyed the doll that Draco had longingly, then saw Draco give a slight shake of his head saying ‘don’t you dare’. He sighed, then picked the last gift, thinking he would buy his own next time he was in Diagon Alley.



Draco stood outside the portrait that led to Harry’s room, clutching his Harry doll at his side. He was just breaking away from their breathtaking kiss, when Harry’s arms tightened around his back.

“I miss you Draco,” Harry softly said by his ear, “I miss sleeping beside you.”

“One more week Harry,” Draco replied kissing the side of Harry’s neck. “It was you that agreed to this bet,” he grinned.

“I know,” Harry said. “I miss touching you,” kiss to Draco’s mouth, “licking you,” kiss, “sucking you,” he huskily finished, letting his hands rest on Draco’s hips.

Draco moaned and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue delve into Harry’s mouth. He leaned closer and felt the answering hardness press against him, then abruptly pushed himself back, breathing hard. “You. Are. Not. Helping,” he said, his voice strained with need.

“Sorry,” Harry smirked, “can’t help myself.”

Draco heavily sighed, then reached in his pocket to take out a small vial of purple potion. “Wait for about an hour, then drink this,” he instructed.

“What is it?” Harry asked, taking the topper off to smell grapes.

“Trust me. You’ll like it,” Draco smirked. “Just lay flat on your back on the bed, completely naked. It will be worth it.”


An hour later Harry sat on the edge of the bed after completely undressing. He held the potion up, looking at the shimmery purple potion, then trustingly downed the contents. He lay back, his head resting on his fluffed up pillows, closing his eyes to wait to see what Draco’s potion will do. As he was leaning forward to pull the blankets over his legs, he let out a moan as he felt ghostly lips on the side of his neck.

He lay back down, arching his neck back as phantom lips, tongue, and teeth went up and down his neck. As the lips moved lower down his chest, he arched up to meet the touch, his hands gripping the sheets at his sides. The feel of warm hands on his body soon joined the mouth as it licked around his ringed nipple, pulling the hoop into a wet warmth.

The mouth was soon moving downwards, lips and tongue teasing his writhing body. His legs spread when he felt those hands glide up the insides of his legs, then fingers teasing his entrance. “Gods,” Harry moaned into the empty room as his hand slowly slid down his stomach, then gripped his cock. He began to slowly stroke his length as he felt the mouth move across his hip, past his cock and balls to lick at his eager hole. All at once he felt the tongue plunge inside of him at the same time another tongue swirled around the leaking head of his cock.

He was so close to cumming when his phantom lover stopped. He groaned in frustration, then cried out in pleasure when he felt someone slowly enter him. He began to stroke his cock faster, in rhythm with the thrusts from within. When he felt a wet warmth engulf his cock, a tongue swirling around the engorged head, he cried out as he thrust up, his cum shooting up into nothing, then splattering on his stomach, hips and blankets.

He did a quick scourgify spell on himself and sighed as his phantom lover kissed his way up his chest and neck. He felt a whisper of a kiss to his lips, then nothing. “One more week,” he sighed as he drifted off to sleep, feeling content and satisfied. As he was drifting off he wondered where Draco may have found that potion and if he himself was using it that night.



Several floors down, Draco did a scourgify spell on himself after his climatic finish. He still felt the imprint of a mouth on his neck, the memory of Harry’s lips on his, making it real for him.

The potion was found in a small black book in the Malfoy library that used actual memories, much like the pensieve. It took several memories of their lovemaking to make that particular batch of potion, abling him to overlap certain parts of the memories, like him taking Harry in his mouth, and slowly thrusting into him at the same time. So the phantom lovers were actually the memories of tender touches and passioned kisses from their past liaisons.

“One more week,” Draco quietly said as he brought the covers up to his chin and cuddled a pillow at his side, missing the feeling of warm, strong arms cuddling him close.

(typos fixed Apr.07)