Dragon Hunt

Classes went on. Tending the egg was draining, which showed by the number times Harry found himself in detention for sleeping in class. And while Ron and Hermione were concerned about their friend, Harry shrugged it off.

Harry and Draco made a game out of their days. To the majority of students it seemed as the rivalry was alive and well. The pair ignored each other for the most part. When circumstances forced them together, they hurled insults and even the occasional harmless hex.

That was until one evening about two weeks after they had made their reappearance after the first fight. At dinner, Harry ‘accidentally’ stumbled and spilled pumpkin juice on Draco. Draco stood and called him a half-blood klutz, Harry didn’t seem to respond, but when he’d taken his seat at the Gryffindor table, he managed to send a spell Draco’s way without the notice of the faculty.

But Draco immediately felt it and thanked the gods for the loose fit of robes. He felt as if a hand were in his pants, stroking him. Draco chanced a glance over at his mate and saw him smirking in return.

Draco couldn’t focus on the food in front of him. He dodged questions about his health from the Slytherins that surrounded him and finally excused himself, bolting for his dorm. Harry did the same.

They met in a frenzy in the center of the room and Harry pushed Draco back, bending him over the back of the sofa. “I need you,” Harry groaned as he pulled at his lover’s trousers.

“You need me?” Draco asked incredulously. “What the devil was that spell?”

Harry laughed. “You like that?” he asked, reaching forward to add his own hand to the invisible one that had never left Draco. Draco shuttered at the touch. “I think you do,” Harry teased. He let the spell continue its work unaided and used his wand to strip them both. “I think I’ll have to use that spell again.” In fact, the view of Draco bent over the sofa, moaning and yet completely untouched, was extremely erotic to Harry. “Again and again and again.”

“Inside,” Draco managed. Harry watched him twitch as if he were having trouble controlling his body. Yet, Harry knew the limitations of the spell. It sensed when its victim was nearing his peak and backed off, keeping them on edge. The only thing that could push Draco over now was Harry’s touch. “Gods, Harry!” Draco cried desperately.

Harry didn’t torture Draco further and slid inside of his lover. Their coupling was quick, frantic and almost animalistic, but in the end, Draco was collapsed over the back of the sofa and Harry had managed to tumble himself all the way over with a knee hooking over along side Draco’s hip.

“Teach me that spell,” Draco demanded after he had recovered enough of his breath.

Harry laughed. “Nope. I think I’ll keep that to myself.” He reached up, wrapping arms around Draco and pulled him down into the sofa with him, a comfortable tangle of sweaty limbs. “You know, I like talking to you and making love with you and fighting with you, but I think just laying with you and feeling you against me might be my favorite time with you.”

“How romantic,” Draco drawled mockingly. Harry smacked his arse playfully in response to his teasing. They were silent for a long moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing. “Marry me, Draco,” Harry said quietly. He heard reluctance in the dragon’s purr. “Why not?”

“The moment that two wizards or witches are joined in marriage, it becomes registered with the Ministry. It’s automatic. You can’t hide a marriage and we have to hide our relationship,” Draco said flatly.

“And afterwards? After all of this, will you marry me?” Harry asked.

The purr was sad and Harry was confused. “Don’t ask me questions like that. Don’t give me something to be excited about, look forward to. Not when we don’t know what will happen.”

“We have a child together, Draco. Are you saying you don’t look forward to that?”

“No,” Draco said quickly. “I think about our child every moment with joy and with pride, but—Our child will be born and be well and be perfect, but neither of us know whether or not we’ll be there to see that.”

Harry thought about the morose statement from his mate and wanted to rail against it, but he couldn’t. Draco had a point. There was a good chance that one or both of them wouldn’t make it through to the end. He didn’t want to think about it, so he turned his thoughts back to basking in the afterglow.

“We should tend the egg before I fall into a satiated coma,” Draco yawned.

“Agreed,” Harry said, but neither moved. It took another ten minutes before Draco had summoned enough strength to stand and another two to convince Harry to join him. Together they curled up in the bed, around the egg that rested there. Their magics blended automatically. Harry focused and pushed the force into their egg.

Draco felt Harry struggle to keep his energy up. He felt Harry’s hand slip from the egg and his body go limp. He frowned as he watched his mate sleep. Harry was drained both magically and physically. Probably emotionally as well. For the most part they had avoided the subject of Voldemort, but it was always there: the proverbial elephant in the room.

They were both on edge. According to Charlie, they would need to keep feeding the egg magical energies for another week or so. He only wished that it was now. He couldn’t risk leaving Harry until the egg was independent, but according to Snape, Voldemort was growing restless. He wanted to see his betrothed.

Draco thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on the window, which he immediately recognized as actually tapping on the magical doorway to his supposed dorms. Draco dragged himself from the bed and covered both Harry and the egg. He dropped a soft kiss on both before pulling on a robe and opening the door for his godfather.

“Get dressed,” Snape huffed impatiently. Draco watched him only long enough to see the way the older man scratched his arm. Snape saw Harry sleeping and kept his voice low. “He’s called in a meeting. Everyone. He contacted me directly, demanding that I bring you.”

“I should shower.” Snape sniffed the air, made a disgusted face, but nodded.

“Be quick.”

Draco reappeared quickly. “Do you know the topic?” Draco asked as slicked his hair back.

“No. Be prepared for anything. Luckily there are classes tomorrow and it will be noticed if you are absent. He can’t expect you to stay with him, but he may . . .” Snape’s voice trailed off. “Perhaps it best if—“

“Look, Severus,” Draco interrupted. “By no means do I want that creature touching me, but I will allow it because it helps the wizarding world, the Order, and my mate. None of us like it, but that’s the way it is. Stop looking guilty. You didn’t do anything wrong and there’s nothing you could have done to stop it, okay?” Snape nodded, but said nothing further. “Let’s go before Harry wakes up then.”