Hybrid Destiny

Chapter 32

“Draco, come on. I have to see Poppy before classes, and I would really like to eat breakfast before they start. You know good and well she will hunt you down if I don’t eat,” said Harry, waiting impatiently by the door.

“See, I don’t understand that. Why will she hunt me down?” asked Draco, hurrying into the room. He rushed to the couch and hurriedly shoved his essays into his bag.

“She knows I often forget to eat unless someone makes sure I do. Since you are officially the significant other, that job falls to you, love,” said Harry reasonably.

“Okay, am I forgetting anything?” he asked.

“You might want to put on your shoes before we leave. Honestly Draco, what is with you today?” asked Harry, rolling his eyes.

“..” Draco just rushed back into his room, put his shoes, grabbed the box with the ring he was planning on giving Harry today and hid it in his pocket, and rushed back to the impatiently waiting elf. “Let’s go.”

*****

Potions class was a nightmare. Draco was so busy imagining how he would ask his elf to bond with him, he didn’t hear a word Severus said and managed to ruin his potion. Harry had been sent on to Transfigurations with Hermione and Blaise while Draco was ordered to remain behind. Severus yelled at him for a full ten minutes before extricating the reason for his failure in class.

“You’re finally going to ask him to bond with you?” asked Severus, watching the blonde fidget nervously.

“Yes. I was originally going to wait until after graduation, but the Christmas incident changed that plan in a hurry. Now we’re expecting a baby and I want him to have the extra protection a formal bond can supply,” said Draco firmly. “I’m going to ask him today. Hermione and Blaise helped me to set up everything.”

“Leave it to you to appeal to the Gryffindor’s romanticism. Good luck with the proposal, but don’t let this happen in class again,” said Severus dryly.

“Yes, sir,” said Draco smartly.

“Oh, tell Harry that his potion will be ready at 8:00 tonight. He should come by before he goes to bed,” said Severus, shooing Draco out the door.

*****

“Hey, Dray. You didn’t come to Transfigurations. Is everything all right?” asked Harry softly.

“Yeah, Uncle Sev just lectured me forever. Oh, and he told me to tell you that your potion will be ready at 8:00 tonight so come by before you go to bed,” said Draco nonchalantly. “What did I miss in class?”

“You would have been practicing with your transformation. I, on the other hand, had to transfigure a cat into a shoe. Fun, fun. You should have seen it, though. Hermione managed to perform a complete transformation. She was so cute,” said Harry excitedly.

“Where’s Ryoku? He’s not wandering around the castle alone, is he?” asked Draco abruptly. He made sure Harry had his familiar with him at all times. He didn’t like the fact that the one time old Voldie managed to get a hold of him, Harry had left the snake in their bedroom.

Harry just moved his hair out of the way, revealing the snake’s head tucked behind the pointed ear. Draco just nodded, reassured.

“Harry!” called Hermione, running into the Great Hall and flopping into the seat directly across from him. “Are you going to Hogsmeade today for Valentine’s?”

“I think so. I need to go to Honeydukes to restock my stash. A certain blonde, who will remain nameless, keeps stealing all of my fudge. I only had one piece left last night,” said Harry, glaring teasingly in Draco’s direction.

“Draco, are you coming?” asked Hermione.

Draco stared at her as if she had grown another head. “Harry’s going, correct?” Hermione nodded. “Do you actually think I am going to let Harry go into Hogsmeade, where Death Eaters chased us after we escaped from Voldemort, with just you as protection? Uh uh, no way, no how. I’ll be there.”

“A simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed, Draco,” said Harry, poking him in the ribs.

“Just making sure to get my point across,” said Draco calmly.

*****

“Have you asked him yet?” asked Blaise. He and Draco were walking several feet behind Harry and Hermione.

“When have I gotten a chance to, Blaise? Hermione ambushed at lunch and she’s been stuck to his side ever since. I want to do this right,” said Draco, glaring at the girl monopolizing his elf.

“Have you decided on where you’re going to do the deed?” asked Blaise.

“Definitely not at The Three Broomsticks. It will be far too crowded there. Madam Puddifoot\'s is out of the question because Harry loathes that place. I’m actually thinking more along the lines of the empty quidditch pitch,” said Draco.

“The quidditch pitch? You can’t propose there,” said Blaise loudly.

“Shut up, Blaise. Are you trying to tell Harry?” he hissed.

“Sorry. You can’t propose on a quidditch field,” said Blaise more softly.

“You may be right,” said Draco quietly.

*****

“Blaise really does need to learn not speak so loudly,” said Harry conversationally. “It’s really hard to keep secrets from an elf when they insist on discussing it mere feet away. I have excellent hearing that’s only been enhanced by my elfin heritage.”

“Oh no. You heard everything?” asked Hermione anxiously.

“Don’t worry so. I had actually heard Draco telling Lucius all of this the day we got back from Grimmauld Place. I think I actually like the idea of Draco proposing on the quidditch pitch. Of course, I can’t guarantee that he’ll still be wearing all of his clothes by the end of the proposal,” said Harry, smiling impishly.

“Stop, Harry. You used to be so innocent. He’s corrupted you,” said Hermione teasingly.

“Okay, Ginny,” said Harry with a straight face.

“Hey! No need to be all insulting,” she said indignantly. She glanced at the boys trailing behind them and was surprised to see Draco glaring at her. “Harry, why is Draco glaring at me?”

“Oh, he thinks you’re monopolizing his elf. His exact words were ‘Hermione ambushed him at lunch and she’s been stuck to his side ever since.’ He’s a little resentful that you’ve spent more of the day with me than he has. I don’t know why, though. I sleep with him every night,” said Harry, laughing at Hermione’s wince at the mention of his so-called ‘corruption’ once again.

“I’ll just have to un-stick myself then. Wouldn’t want to be accused of monopolizing the little elf,” said Hermione, grinning when Harry stuck out his tongue at her.

*****

“Draco, we’ve been here for over an hour. Are you ready to leave yet?” asked Harry, anxious to get out of the noisy pub. It was even more crowded than usual, and his sensitive ears were being overloaded with sound.

“Yes, I’m ready. This place is giving me a headache,” said Draco, eager to get away from the large crowd. “Do you want to go anywhere else in Hogsmeade or head back to the castle?”

“I want to head back to the castle. I’m not ready to go in, though. Can we go to the quidditch pitch? I like to just sit out there and enjoy the quiet night,” said Harry, heading for the door gratefully.

They walked to the quidditch pitch in silence. Harry walked to his customary spot and pulled Draco down with him. “It’s nice out here, isn’t it?” said Harry quietly.

“Yes, it is. I need to ask you something, elf,” said Draco seriously. He knelt in front of Harry, pulled a box out of his pocket, and asked, “Harry, will you marry me? Will you bond your life to mine?”

“Yes!” Harry tackled Draco to the ground, kissing every inch of the blonde’s face in his exuberance. He had tears in his eyes when Draco opened the box and put the ring on his finger.

“I love you, elf, more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for sharing your life with me,” said Draco quietly. He kissed Harry deeply, exploring the warm cavern with relish.

Harry started impatiently pulling at Draco’s robes. Once they were off, he started in on the shirt and it soon followed. Draco’s hands weren’t exactly idle. By the time Harry had gotten Draco bare from the waist up, Draco had stripped Harry down to just his boxers, and they were rapidly sliding down.

Draco pushed Harry down onto the grass and licked down his chest to nibble around a perfect pink nipple. He moved his hand to the other nipple and pinched lightly, delighting in Harry’s choked gasps and whimpers. Kissing his way down further, Draco stopped at the elf’s navel and thrust his tongue into the little indention.

“Draco, more. I need you,” cried Harry, clenching his hands in Draco’s hair.

Draco wrapped a hand around Harry’s hard, aching shaft and lapped delicately at the weeping head. Running his tongue up the underside of shaft, he finally took the shaft into his mouth. He swallowed down the shaft and sucked on the way up. Harry was moaning with every stroke to his aching hardness and begging for more.

Draco cast a lubrication spell, slathered his fingers, and quickly prepared his pleading lover. Once the hole was stretched thoroughly, Draco kissed back up the elf’s body until he reached those gasping lips. Draco positioned himself at the stretched opening and thrust slowly inside.

“Oh gods, Draco. I love you so much,” sobbed Harry, arching into the thrusts stimulating his body so pleasurably. His body was engulfed with a continuous pleasure as Draco hit his prostate with every forceful thrust. The unrelenting pounding kept him on the edge of the precipice, and the constant rubbing of that muscled abdomen along his trapped cock finally threw him over the edge.

Harry gave a strangled scream and came hard, spurting his seed in thick, creamy rivulets across their stomachs and chests as his passage convulsed around Draco’s plunging cock.

Draco felt the walls of his elf’s passage clenching around his shaft, and screamed as his climax rushed over him, filling Harry with his seed. He collapsed onto his mate briefly before rolling over beside him.

Harry grabbed his discarded robe, pulled it over both of them, and cuddled into his still breathless mate. “I love you, Dray.”

“I love you too, elf,” he said, hugging his elf close. They fell asleep just minutes later.

*****

“Do you think he’s proposed yet?” asked Hermione. She and Blaise were currently walking back to the castle. “I think we need to stop by the quidditch field first. They may still be there.”

“We can stop and see. They’ve been gone a while so they’re probably already in their room,” said Blaise.

They walked to the quidditch field and didn’t immediately see anyone. After scanning the field once more, Hermione caught sight of Draco’s trademark blonde hair. “They’re still here. It’s looks they’re asleep.”

They found Draco and Harry asleep on the field, covered only by Harry’s robe, wrapped in each other’s arms. “Aren’t they just adorable, Blaise?” asked Hermione, smiling sappily at the cuteness of it all.

“Draco, wake up. Do you realize you are sleeping outside with only a robe as covering?” said Blaise loudly, trying to wake up the blonde.

“Blaise? What are you doing here?” asked Draco sleepily, rubbing his bleary eyes.

“You are on the quidditch field. Do you plan on spending the night here?” said Blaise impatiently.

“Damn, we fell asleep. Wake up, elf,” said Draco, shaking Harry’s shoulder.

“I don’t wanna. I’m tired,” said Harry grumpily, shrugging off the annoying hand.

“Harold James Potter! You get up right now,” said Hermione, laughing when Harry bolted upright with the command. Of course, then she had to cover her eyes because she saw more of Harry than she wanted to. “And put some clothes on.”

Draco and Harry quickly put their clothes back on with Harry blushing the entire time. Hermione was tapping her foot impatiently and Blaise was snickering every few minutes. As soon as they were presentable, Hermione turned back around.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well what?” asked Harry innocently. He knew very well what she wanted to know but he had to have at least a little revenge. “Where’s Ryoku? Ryoku?”

The little snake slithered around Harry’s feet and Harry picked him up. “Are youu finished with youur mating now?”

Harry blushed again. Even his snake could embarrass him. “Yesss, Ryoku. Are youu ready to go back in?”

“Harry, why are you blushing?” asked Hermione, grinning at her friend’s discomfort.

“It’s nothing. Are we ready to go back in?” he asked.

“Not until you tell me,” said Hermione stubbornly.

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, smiling when she squealed and threw herself into his arms for a big hug.

“When?” she asked.

“Don’t know yet. We got distracted,” he said.

“You did say you couldn’t guarantee he’d still be wearing clothes by the end, didn’t you?” she said.

“I must have seer’s blood,” he said facetiously. “Just call me Trelawney.”

“I’d rather not, elf,” said Draco. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Knew what?” At Draco’s glare, he hung his head. “Yes. I heard you and Blaise discussing it on the way to Hogsmeade. I really liked the idea of you proposing to me on the quidditch field. It was perfect. Are you mad at me?”

“No, tonight was perfect,” said Draco. “Let’s go back in. We’ll make an announcement tomorrow.”