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Ancestral Magic
Chapter Number/Total: 33/49
Chapter Title: Ancestral Magic
Words: 3707 Words
Draco thrust his tongue against Harry's lips. His cock was hard again and he wanted to fuck Harry right then, right there, in the hall. "Apparate us to the bedroom or I will fuck you here," he groaned.
"I can't," Harry whined, trying to rub himself against Draco. "I'll splinch us."
"I can't either," Draco gasped. "Can't concentrate."
Harry groaned, not really caring where the fuck they did it.
Draco pulled back just enough to pull Harry away from the wall, turn him around quickly, and then push him back. He pulled his wand and removed their clothes with the spell before pressing his cock into the crevasse of his lover's arse.
Harry pressed his hands to the wall and clawed it slightly. "Yes," he whispered, wondering how he even had the energy.
"Spread your legs," Draco groaned, casting the Lube Charm and then dropping his wand to press his fingers into Harry.
Harry opened his legs wide immediately. "I want you to fuck me," he breathed. "I want you to fuck my arse hard."
"Yes," Draco growled against his ear, "that's exactly what I am going to do." He slicked Harry quickly and then his own cock, pressing into him.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Harry moaned. "Fucking cock's so good." He pressed back, his knees shaking.
Draco thrust hard, driving deep inside his lover. He loved this, he loved this man. "Yes, fuck, yes!" he cried out.
"Fuck, Draco, yes!" Harry cried, leaning fully against the wall with his body and then reaching a hand down to his own cock.
Draco was fucking Harry hard and deep. He wanted to be inside, deep inside and he felt like he would never get enough.
Harry pumped his cock furiously, face screwed up in what might have looked like pain in any other situation. "Yes!" he cried out again and again, not caring how loud he was - the very ability to care had flown out the window.
Draco felt his balls and body tighten, knowing he would be coming soon. "Yes, going to fill you!" he yelled.
Harry's toes curled on the floor and he moved his hand even faster. "Oh, fuck, fuck," he whimpered, feeling the pleasure peaking. He opened his eyes to look at Draco over his shoulder, wanting to get even a small visual to finish him off. As soon as he opened his eyes, there was movement from down the hall that caught what little attention he had.
Ron froze, his eyes going wide and his mouth dropping open.
Harry's eyes widened too and they stared at each other for a few shocked seconds before Ron turned and fled, ears gone alarmingly red.
Draco came hard, slamming his hips and cock forward into Harry, screaming out Harry's name.
Harry had been so close that not even seeing Ron could keep him from coming. He moaned loudly and shuddered. It might have been stronger without catching sight of Ron, but it was still good.
Draco leaned against Harry and the wall, panting. His cock felt so good inside him that even now he didn't want to move.
"Draco," Harry said after a few seconds.
"Yes," Draco whispered against his ear, still not moving.
"Ron just walked in on us," he said, still sounding a bit breathy.
"Merde'" Draco said, resting his head against Harry's shoulder.
Harry nodded, flushing and still pressed against the wall.
"I think we have a problem," Draco whispered.
"Problem?" Harry asked, not knowing if he could move or not.
"I love this," Draco whispered, his cock still in his partner. "I love being inside you and you inside me. I have come three times in the last hour and I am still hard."
Harry's eyes widened. "You're hard right now?" he asked.
Draco moved a bit, demonstrating the fact by sliding just a bit back and forward again.
Harry's eyes grew even wider. "You came ten seconds go!" he said.
"I know," Draco gasped, head still resting against Harry. "I can't seem to stop wanting."
"As much as I love you to be like this," Harry said, frowning slightly now, "I'm not so sure that's normal."
Draco gritted his teeth and forced himself to pull back. He shuddered and stepped away. He leaned his back against the wall, gasping.
Harry hissed quietly when Draco moved away from him and stood staring at him. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding worried.
"No," Draco said. "I want ...." He looked away.
"What, Draco?" Harry asked. "You want what?"
"You, now, again," Draco moaned, looking like he was in pain.
"Are you hurting?" Harry asked, sounding very worried now.
"Does it hurt when you are close to coming?" Draco asked. "No, but ...."
"Draco, what?" Harry asked, getting frustrated with his unfinished sentences.
"Please take me back to the room," Draco pleaded.
Harry moved forward quickly and wrapped arms tightly around Draco. He Apparated them back to their suite and then stepped back slightly, staring at him with lowered brows.
Draco walked into the bedroom and threw himself back onto the bed.
Harry followed and stood looking at Draco. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"I thought I told you already," Draco snapped. He burrowed under the covers.
Harry was very confused. "Are you mad at me?" he asked, frowning.
"No, no," Draco cried, though whimpering was closer to the sound he made.
Harry opened his mouth, but hesitated. "You - you want to fuck me again?" he asked.
Draco actually hid under the covers this time.
"You can," Harry said uncertainly. He really didn't mind if that was what Draco wanted, but he didn't think that he would be able to get hard again, binding promise or not.
Draco threw the covers back, still lying in the bed. "Come here," he whispered.
Harry did, slipping into the bed slowly and moving close to Draco to lay on his back beside him.
Draco rolled on top of him. "Inside me or inside you?" he asked.
"I don't think I can get hard again, love," Harry said. "You're just going to have to do me."
"You can always get hard." Draco laughed. "The Binding Spell."
"Within reason," Harry said, giving Draco an amused smile despite his worry.
"Reason has nothing to do with it," Draco said, as he reached for his lover's cock.
Harry waited and felt Draco's hand on him, and while it felt good, nothing happened really. "I really think I need at least twenty minutes," he said. "But go ahead. You can fuck me. It'll feel good no matter what."
"You sure?" Draco asked. "We haven't ever done it when we weren't both wanting it."
"Draco, it's fine," Harry said. "Really, I don't mind." He gave him a small encouraging smile.
Draco closed his eyes and groaned, rolling away from Harry.
Harry frowned. "What now?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
Draco grabbed a pillow and hid his head under it, lying face down on the bed.
"Draco, what the bloody hell is going on?" Harry asked, very confused now. "I thought you said you wanted to fuck again."
Draco mumbled under his pillow.
Harry huffed and sat up fully. He reached over and tugged the pillow away from Draco. "What?" he asked.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" Draco said, crying.
Harry frowned very worriedly again. "What's wrong?" he asked, laying a hand on Draco's back.
Draco shivered at Harry's touch, his entire body aching with it. "I don't know," he gasped, tears running down his cheeks.
Harry gasped. "Is there something actually wrong with you?" he asked, voice higher now.
"I don't know," Draco gasped. "I just ... I just want you."
"W - well, will that make you feel better?" Harry asked. His heart was pounding now and he wasn't so sure it would help anything at all if Draco fucked him again.
"Please," Draco whispered, rolling onto his back again. "I want to be inside you." His cock was still hard and aching.
Harry hesitated again. "Draco, something's wrong," he said seriously.
"Yes, I said that," Draco gasped.
"No, something's wrong with you really," Harry said. "It is not normal to act this way." He wondered what on earth he should do. Get Hermione?
"Yes, I said that," Draco snapped. "I've been saying that!"
"Well, what do I do?!" Harry asked, looking at Draco with wide, fearful eyes.
"Other than fucking me?" Draco sneered. "I don't know. I said that already. Didn't you hear a thing I said?"
"Will fucking me make you stop acting like this?" Harry asked, still very confused.
Draco growled this time, rolling over and grabbing Harry, pinning him face down under him. "I ... do ... not ... know!" he ground out. "I want to ... fuck you ... now."
Harry was actually a little frightened for a moment and tensed, frozen. This is Draco, he told himself. There's just something wrong with him. He tried to relax. "Go ahead," he said, not knowing what else to do. And he knew the Binding Promise was on his side if he needed it to stop Draco.
Draco reached down, fingers slipping into Harry quickly. He was still slick and wet from earlier in the hall. Draco pulled his fingers out and then pressed his cock into Harry, sliding inside. He shuddered holding himself there.
Harry took a deep breath and pressed back against Draco, clenching the muscles in his arse.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped. He began to move then, slowly but deeply.
It was very, very strange to be fucked this way, Harry thought. "That's it, love," he whispered.
"Harry, you feel so good, so amazing," Draco moaned as he slid in gently again and back again. "You are still so slick with my come and I want to fill you again."
Harry felt a slight stirring in his groin at those words, but still not much of anything. He began trying to will an erection, trying hard. He focused on the movements inside him. "I want you, too," he said, still pushing back against Draco.
Draco felt a flicker of Harry's magic and smiled. "Yes, fucking you deep. Feeling myself inside you, my come inside you," he whispered.
Harry actually whimpered the tiniest bit when Draco brushed his prostate. It felt odd to be touched there now, but still strangely good. He couldn't quite put his finger on the sensation.
"Yes, I am inside you, Harry," Draco said, keeping the slow, deep rhythm.
Oh come on, stupid cock, Harry thought. You've never let me down before. He knew it was strange to be talking to his own penis inside his head, but he couldn't help it. Draco hit his prostate again and Harry felt a pleasurable hum surge through him. Yes, that's it, he thought.
"Yes, love," Draco said. "I can feel your magic. Feel it like I feel myself inside you." Draco rocked his hips, setting a smooth rhythm. He concentrated on the feelings inside him and his lover.
Harry grunted, feeling his cock finally starting to respond a bit. "Yes, Draco," he said, sounding strangled.
Draco pulled Harry's arse higher so that he was up on his knees. The change in angle allowed him to push deeper. He reached a hand around him, fingers stroking over Harry's cock.
Harry was getting hard now, and while everything had felt good before, it definitely felt better. He thrust into Draco's hand, face pressed to the mattress still and turned to the side so he could breathe properly.
"Push up on your hands," Draco said, still stroking him with his hand and sliding deep inside.
Harry gripped the sheets for a second and then did as Draco said, now on his hands and knees. He spread his legs further apart for Draco and gritted his teeth as he pushed back against him now.
Draco rocked Harry's body with his thrusts, using it to fuck and stroke him in time with the movement.
Harry gasped and moaned and hissed, feeling blissful even though he was still worried about Draco. He felt like it went on forever, but then, they should both have been able to last quite a bit longer than usual. Harry was drenched in sweat now, his arse actually starting to feel a bit sore, but sore in a good way.
The long slow fuck was fantastic. Draco lost himself in movement, sensation and magic. The build up of power inside of himself and Harry was slower, yet, it felt ...deeper.
Harry was taking shaky, shallow breaths, thinking that if one of them didn't come soon, he was going to die. He could feel the start of an orgasm ... perhaps, but it also felt sort of far away.
"Yes, relax," Draco said. He loved the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of Harry and their combined breaths. "Let it build," he told Harry.
Harry nodded slowly. Everything felt slow. He wondered if they could just do this forever. And, God, Draco was inside so deep. Harry felt like he touched the very core of him.
Draco had no idea how long he fucked Harry, it was blissful and he felt he didn't want to stop. Then the energy began to build inside him and he could feel it answering in Harry, their magics intertwining where their bodies were joined and spreading out from them.
Harry's breath sped up and shortened even further as he began to feel the definite build up. "Please, Draco," he barely whispered.
"Yes, Harry," Draco said, feeling it too but not speeding up yet.
Harry closed his eyes, unable, once again, to decide how he felt. The fact that the orgasm wasn't coming as soon as usual was oddly not frustrating. It was sort of calming, but he still didn't know if everything was all right. It felt like it was, but he couldn't tell for sure. What if Draco wanted to do it again after this? He pushed that from his mind for the moment and focused on the pleasure.
"Yes, don't focus," Draco said. "Just feel, just let it go." He was rocking a bit faster now, feeling the energy pulling him.
Harry took as deep a breath as he could manage and tried to do what Draco said. In, out, in, out, in, out, like his breathing, like the thrusts, almost like the sound of the blood pounding in his ears. He felt everything starting to feel even better as that inevitable peak wound closer.
When Harry relaxed, the power rose, it's energy vibrating through their bodies. Draco rocked faster and harder into Harry's body and he could feel his own orgasm held at bay by the power as it waited for Harry.
"Yes," Harry whispered as waves of humming pleasure washed through him, each one stronger than the last. He knew it wouldn't be much longer now. Not much longer.
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered, panting now as he began to rock faster and faster, the magic swirling up into him and his head spinning with it.
Harry felt that last wave, stronger than all the rest and it washed him over the edge as if he'd dived into it. His body shuddered and he gasped and moaned and nearly passed out. "Oh, Draco, Draco," he whispered, rocking his body in the motion the waves wanted him to go. "Draco."
Harry's orgasm brought Draco's with him as the magic peaked. Draco felt his husband's body shudder and clench around his cock and he felt Harry's cock coming hot in his hand. Draco felt like he had been coming for hours and was finally released from it. He rocked their bodies with the waves of power until it subsided. Then he was released by it and fell quietly to the bed beside Harry.
Harry's arms gave way and he fell to the bed too, head turned in Draco's direction, but eyes still closed. His breathing was still shallow, but slowly, very slowly, returning to normal.
Draco lay on the bed where he fell, eyes closed and breathing slowing down. He felt like was floating somewhere soft and warm.
It was several minutes before Harry could even open his eyes again. He finally did and looked at Draco. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out yet. Harry stared at Draco for a little bit longer and then felt like maybe he could use his voice. "Draco?" he whispered.
There was no answer and Harry frowned.
"Draco?" he tried again, a little louder now. His heart started beating quicker as he realised that Draco had passed out. It was not due to the binding promise, Harry had fucked Draco only a short time ago. "Draco, wake up," he said, knowing that it probably wouldn't work. That command hardly ever did.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, sleepily, still feeling like he was floating.
Harry let out a tremendous sigh of relief. "Are you awake?" he asked, wiggling over closer to Draco, still feeling weak himself.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, then, "No, not really." His hand quested out for Harry, finding his arm and squeezing it.
Harry sighed again, exhausted. "What the bloody hell was that about?" he asked.
"Magic," Draco whispered, then he pulled on Harry's arm, trying to bring him closer still.
Harry moved closer to Draco and pressed against him. "I figured that much," he said.
"Good," Draco sighed, arm wrapping around Harry as he relaxed again.
"Do you even know what it was?" Harry asked. "That was weird."
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, barely aware that Harry was talking.
"Well, what then?" Harry asked, giving Draco a little shake.
"Sleepy, Harry," Draco said.
Harry huffed and a few seconds later, yawned. He rolled his eyes, wanting to know what had happened. "Fine, but we're talking about this when we wake up," he said, laying his head on Draco's shoulder.
***
Draco loved waking up with Harry in his arms. Only, he was a bit sore this time. He reached a shaky hand out to smooth hair off Harry's face, smiling at the sleeping man.
Harry let out a snore and moved in his sleep, forming himself to Draco more.
Draco kissed his forehead softly, then his eyes. He loved Harry's face so soft and open like this. Kissing his way down the sleeping man's face, he came to his lips and kissed a little firmer.
Harry began to slowly wake up as Draco kissed him. He shifted around a bit more and then finally opened his eyes, yawning as he did. "Sorry," he said, as he had yawned right in Draco's face.
"Sorry for what, my love?" Draco asked, smiling softly.
"For yawning in your face," Harry said with a snort. He stretched his legs out and then hugged Draco tightly.
"Well, you can make it up to me by kissing me," Draco teased.
Harry smiled and pressed his lips to Draco's, enjoying the soft, simple kiss. He pulled back. "So you're awake now?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," Draco smiled, then looked down his body. "But not too awake, thankfully."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said, clenching the muscles in his arse to test how sore he was. It wasn't too bad, but it did hurt a little. "If you were 'too awake', I'd die." He laughed a little. "Or at least, my arse would."
Draco smirked. "I can think of lots of lovely ways to make it feel better."
Harry shook his head, smiling at Draco as if he couldn't believe him. "I might take you up on that offer later," he said with a smirk of his own. "But for now, I'd like to know what exactly it was that happened."
"And I want some food," Draco said. "So cover up if you like." Then he called for Benedict.
Harry huffed as Draco barely gave him time to cover himself.
Draco insisted on doing Cleaning Spells and waiting for the food before he would talk about what happened. Once he had his tea and some sausages, he looked up at Harry. "So, you were asking what happened to us, right?"
Harry nodded, eating breakfast himself. "What was it?" he asked.
"I am not sure," Draco said cautiously. "I have some ideas. I think it is part of the Ancestral Magic."
"Ancestral Magic of the Manor?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco said between bites, "that's the second time it has essentially pushed us to have sex with its magic."
"Weird," said Harry. "Why would it do that?" He sipped his tea.
"That's the part I haven't figured out," Draco said. "I think it is time I start learning more about the Ancestral Magics in the Manor."
Harry sighed. "How do we go about that?" he asked, thinking it was one more thing to add to his list.
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes at Harry. "I will start where I always start: in the library," he said. "But then I will probably need to go into the lower levels."
Harry ate a piece of toast, thinking. "When was the first time it forced us? The wedding right?"
Draco smirked. "The first time right at the end of the ceremony. After the cake and all the next day, was just us."
Harry laughed. "I know," he said. "We never did figure out why it wouldn't let Snape and your mum leave. Do you think that has anything to do with it?"
"Yes," Draco's forehead wrinkled as he thought about it. "It is definitely doing something. Something that was started in the Offering Room."
"Weird," Harry repeated. "You don't think it's doing anything that could be dangerous, do you?" he asked, suddenly wary.
"That depends on one's definition of dangerous ...." Draco mused, thinking. "It doesn't want to injure or kill the two of us. In fact, it seems very keen on strengthening our Binding Promises."
"Well, what on earth would that establish?" Harry asked. "I was under the impression that they were pretty strong."
"If I knew, I would say so." Draco huffed. "Which is why I need to find out."
Harry nodded. "All right then," he said, finishing the last of his tea. He sighed.
Chapter Title: Ancestral Magic
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Draco thrust his tongue against Harry's lips. His cock was hard again and he wanted to fuck Harry right then, right there, in the hall. "Apparate us to the bedroom or I will fuck you here," he groaned.
"I can't," Harry whined, trying to rub himself against Draco. "I'll splinch us."
"I can't either," Draco gasped. "Can't concentrate."
Harry groaned, not really caring where the fuck they did it.
Draco pulled back just enough to pull Harry away from the wall, turn him around quickly, and then push him back. He pulled his wand and removed their clothes with the spell before pressing his cock into the crevasse of his lover's arse.
Harry pressed his hands to the wall and clawed it slightly. "Yes," he whispered, wondering how he even had the energy.
"Spread your legs," Draco groaned, casting the Lube Charm and then dropping his wand to press his fingers into Harry.
Harry opened his legs wide immediately. "I want you to fuck me," he breathed. "I want you to fuck my arse hard."
"Yes," Draco growled against his ear, "that's exactly what I am going to do." He slicked Harry quickly and then his own cock, pressing into him.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Harry moaned. "Fucking cock's so good." He pressed back, his knees shaking.
Draco thrust hard, driving deep inside his lover. He loved this, he loved this man. "Yes, fuck, yes!" he cried out.
"Fuck, Draco, yes!" Harry cried, leaning fully against the wall with his body and then reaching a hand down to his own cock.
Draco was fucking Harry hard and deep. He wanted to be inside, deep inside and he felt like he would never get enough.
Harry pumped his cock furiously, face screwed up in what might have looked like pain in any other situation. "Yes!" he cried out again and again, not caring how loud he was - the very ability to care had flown out the window.
Draco felt his balls and body tighten, knowing he would be coming soon. "Yes, going to fill you!" he yelled.
Harry's toes curled on the floor and he moved his hand even faster. "Oh, fuck, fuck," he whimpered, feeling the pleasure peaking. He opened his eyes to look at Draco over his shoulder, wanting to get even a small visual to finish him off. As soon as he opened his eyes, there was movement from down the hall that caught what little attention he had.
Ron froze, his eyes going wide and his mouth dropping open.
Harry's eyes widened too and they stared at each other for a few shocked seconds before Ron turned and fled, ears gone alarmingly red.
Draco came hard, slamming his hips and cock forward into Harry, screaming out Harry's name.
Harry had been so close that not even seeing Ron could keep him from coming. He moaned loudly and shuddered. It might have been stronger without catching sight of Ron, but it was still good.
Draco leaned against Harry and the wall, panting. His cock felt so good inside him that even now he didn't want to move.
"Draco," Harry said after a few seconds.
"Yes," Draco whispered against his ear, still not moving.
"Ron just walked in on us," he said, still sounding a bit breathy.
"Merde'" Draco said, resting his head against Harry's shoulder.
Harry nodded, flushing and still pressed against the wall.
"I think we have a problem," Draco whispered.
"Problem?" Harry asked, not knowing if he could move or not.
"I love this," Draco whispered, his cock still in his partner. "I love being inside you and you inside me. I have come three times in the last hour and I am still hard."
Harry's eyes widened. "You're hard right now?" he asked.
Draco moved a bit, demonstrating the fact by sliding just a bit back and forward again.
Harry's eyes grew even wider. "You came ten seconds go!" he said.
"I know," Draco gasped, head still resting against Harry. "I can't seem to stop wanting."
"As much as I love you to be like this," Harry said, frowning slightly now, "I'm not so sure that's normal."
Draco gritted his teeth and forced himself to pull back. He shuddered and stepped away. He leaned his back against the wall, gasping.
Harry hissed quietly when Draco moved away from him and stood staring at him. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding worried.
"No," Draco said. "I want ...." He looked away.
"What, Draco?" Harry asked. "You want what?"
"You, now, again," Draco moaned, looking like he was in pain.
"Are you hurting?" Harry asked, sounding very worried now.
"Does it hurt when you are close to coming?" Draco asked. "No, but ...."
"Draco, what?" Harry asked, getting frustrated with his unfinished sentences.
"Please take me back to the room," Draco pleaded.
Harry moved forward quickly and wrapped arms tightly around Draco. He Apparated them back to their suite and then stepped back slightly, staring at him with lowered brows.
Draco walked into the bedroom and threw himself back onto the bed.
Harry followed and stood looking at Draco. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"I thought I told you already," Draco snapped. He burrowed under the covers.
Harry was very confused. "Are you mad at me?" he asked, frowning.
"No, no," Draco cried, though whimpering was closer to the sound he made.
Harry opened his mouth, but hesitated. "You - you want to fuck me again?" he asked.
Draco actually hid under the covers this time.
"You can," Harry said uncertainly. He really didn't mind if that was what Draco wanted, but he didn't think that he would be able to get hard again, binding promise or not.
Draco threw the covers back, still lying in the bed. "Come here," he whispered.
Harry did, slipping into the bed slowly and moving close to Draco to lay on his back beside him.
Draco rolled on top of him. "Inside me or inside you?" he asked.
"I don't think I can get hard again, love," Harry said. "You're just going to have to do me."
"You can always get hard." Draco laughed. "The Binding Spell."
"Within reason," Harry said, giving Draco an amused smile despite his worry.
"Reason has nothing to do with it," Draco said, as he reached for his lover's cock.
Harry waited and felt Draco's hand on him, and while it felt good, nothing happened really. "I really think I need at least twenty minutes," he said. "But go ahead. You can fuck me. It'll feel good no matter what."
"You sure?" Draco asked. "We haven't ever done it when we weren't both wanting it."
"Draco, it's fine," Harry said. "Really, I don't mind." He gave him a small encouraging smile.
Draco closed his eyes and groaned, rolling away from Harry.
Harry frowned. "What now?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
Draco grabbed a pillow and hid his head under it, lying face down on the bed.
"Draco, what the bloody hell is going on?" Harry asked, very confused now. "I thought you said you wanted to fuck again."
Draco mumbled under his pillow.
Harry huffed and sat up fully. He reached over and tugged the pillow away from Draco. "What?" he asked.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" Draco said, crying.
Harry frowned very worriedly again. "What's wrong?" he asked, laying a hand on Draco's back.
Draco shivered at Harry's touch, his entire body aching with it. "I don't know," he gasped, tears running down his cheeks.
Harry gasped. "Is there something actually wrong with you?" he asked, voice higher now.
"I don't know," Draco gasped. "I just ... I just want you."
"W - well, will that make you feel better?" Harry asked. His heart was pounding now and he wasn't so sure it would help anything at all if Draco fucked him again.
"Please," Draco whispered, rolling onto his back again. "I want to be inside you." His cock was still hard and aching.
Harry hesitated again. "Draco, something's wrong," he said seriously.
"Yes, I said that," Draco gasped.
"No, something's wrong with you really," Harry said. "It is not normal to act this way." He wondered what on earth he should do. Get Hermione?
"Yes, I said that," Draco snapped. "I've been saying that!"
"Well, what do I do?!" Harry asked, looking at Draco with wide, fearful eyes.
"Other than fucking me?" Draco sneered. "I don't know. I said that already. Didn't you hear a thing I said?"
"Will fucking me make you stop acting like this?" Harry asked, still very confused.
Draco growled this time, rolling over and grabbing Harry, pinning him face down under him. "I ... do ... not ... know!" he ground out. "I want to ... fuck you ... now."
Harry was actually a little frightened for a moment and tensed, frozen. This is Draco, he told himself. There's just something wrong with him. He tried to relax. "Go ahead," he said, not knowing what else to do. And he knew the Binding Promise was on his side if he needed it to stop Draco.
Draco reached down, fingers slipping into Harry quickly. He was still slick and wet from earlier in the hall. Draco pulled his fingers out and then pressed his cock into Harry, sliding inside. He shuddered holding himself there.
Harry took a deep breath and pressed back against Draco, clenching the muscles in his arse.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped. He began to move then, slowly but deeply.
It was very, very strange to be fucked this way, Harry thought. "That's it, love," he whispered.
"Harry, you feel so good, so amazing," Draco moaned as he slid in gently again and back again. "You are still so slick with my come and I want to fill you again."
Harry felt a slight stirring in his groin at those words, but still not much of anything. He began trying to will an erection, trying hard. He focused on the movements inside him. "I want you, too," he said, still pushing back against Draco.
Draco felt a flicker of Harry's magic and smiled. "Yes, fucking you deep. Feeling myself inside you, my come inside you," he whispered.
Harry actually whimpered the tiniest bit when Draco brushed his prostate. It felt odd to be touched there now, but still strangely good. He couldn't quite put his finger on the sensation.
"Yes, I am inside you, Harry," Draco said, keeping the slow, deep rhythm.
Oh come on, stupid cock, Harry thought. You've never let me down before. He knew it was strange to be talking to his own penis inside his head, but he couldn't help it. Draco hit his prostate again and Harry felt a pleasurable hum surge through him. Yes, that's it, he thought.
"Yes, love," Draco said. "I can feel your magic. Feel it like I feel myself inside you." Draco rocked his hips, setting a smooth rhythm. He concentrated on the feelings inside him and his lover.
Harry grunted, feeling his cock finally starting to respond a bit. "Yes, Draco," he said, sounding strangled.
Draco pulled Harry's arse higher so that he was up on his knees. The change in angle allowed him to push deeper. He reached a hand around him, fingers stroking over Harry's cock.
Harry was getting hard now, and while everything had felt good before, it definitely felt better. He thrust into Draco's hand, face pressed to the mattress still and turned to the side so he could breathe properly.
"Push up on your hands," Draco said, still stroking him with his hand and sliding deep inside.
Harry gripped the sheets for a second and then did as Draco said, now on his hands and knees. He spread his legs further apart for Draco and gritted his teeth as he pushed back against him now.
Draco rocked Harry's body with his thrusts, using it to fuck and stroke him in time with the movement.
Harry gasped and moaned and hissed, feeling blissful even though he was still worried about Draco. He felt like it went on forever, but then, they should both have been able to last quite a bit longer than usual. Harry was drenched in sweat now, his arse actually starting to feel a bit sore, but sore in a good way.
The long slow fuck was fantastic. Draco lost himself in movement, sensation and magic. The build up of power inside of himself and Harry was slower, yet, it felt ...deeper.
Harry was taking shaky, shallow breaths, thinking that if one of them didn't come soon, he was going to die. He could feel the start of an orgasm ... perhaps, but it also felt sort of far away.
"Yes, relax," Draco said. He loved the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of Harry and their combined breaths. "Let it build," he told Harry.
Harry nodded slowly. Everything felt slow. He wondered if they could just do this forever. And, God, Draco was inside so deep. Harry felt like he touched the very core of him.
Draco had no idea how long he fucked Harry, it was blissful and he felt he didn't want to stop. Then the energy began to build inside him and he could feel it answering in Harry, their magics intertwining where their bodies were joined and spreading out from them.
Harry's breath sped up and shortened even further as he began to feel the definite build up. "Please, Draco," he barely whispered.
"Yes, Harry," Draco said, feeling it too but not speeding up yet.
Harry closed his eyes, unable, once again, to decide how he felt. The fact that the orgasm wasn't coming as soon as usual was oddly not frustrating. It was sort of calming, but he still didn't know if everything was all right. It felt like it was, but he couldn't tell for sure. What if Draco wanted to do it again after this? He pushed that from his mind for the moment and focused on the pleasure.
"Yes, don't focus," Draco said. "Just feel, just let it go." He was rocking a bit faster now, feeling the energy pulling him.
Harry took as deep a breath as he could manage and tried to do what Draco said. In, out, in, out, in, out, like his breathing, like the thrusts, almost like the sound of the blood pounding in his ears. He felt everything starting to feel even better as that inevitable peak wound closer.
When Harry relaxed, the power rose, it's energy vibrating through their bodies. Draco rocked faster and harder into Harry's body and he could feel his own orgasm held at bay by the power as it waited for Harry.
"Yes," Harry whispered as waves of humming pleasure washed through him, each one stronger than the last. He knew it wouldn't be much longer now. Not much longer.
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered, panting now as he began to rock faster and faster, the magic swirling up into him and his head spinning with it.
Harry felt that last wave, stronger than all the rest and it washed him over the edge as if he'd dived into it. His body shuddered and he gasped and moaned and nearly passed out. "Oh, Draco, Draco," he whispered, rocking his body in the motion the waves wanted him to go. "Draco."
Harry's orgasm brought Draco's with him as the magic peaked. Draco felt his husband's body shudder and clench around his cock and he felt Harry's cock coming hot in his hand. Draco felt like he had been coming for hours and was finally released from it. He rocked their bodies with the waves of power until it subsided. Then he was released by it and fell quietly to the bed beside Harry.
Harry's arms gave way and he fell to the bed too, head turned in Draco's direction, but eyes still closed. His breathing was still shallow, but slowly, very slowly, returning to normal.
Draco lay on the bed where he fell, eyes closed and breathing slowing down. He felt like was floating somewhere soft and warm.
It was several minutes before Harry could even open his eyes again. He finally did and looked at Draco. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out yet. Harry stared at Draco for a little bit longer and then felt like maybe he could use his voice. "Draco?" he whispered.
There was no answer and Harry frowned.
"Draco?" he tried again, a little louder now. His heart started beating quicker as he realised that Draco had passed out. It was not due to the binding promise, Harry had fucked Draco only a short time ago. "Draco, wake up," he said, knowing that it probably wouldn't work. That command hardly ever did.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, sleepily, still feeling like he was floating.
Harry let out a tremendous sigh of relief. "Are you awake?" he asked, wiggling over closer to Draco, still feeling weak himself.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, then, "No, not really." His hand quested out for Harry, finding his arm and squeezing it.
Harry sighed again, exhausted. "What the bloody hell was that about?" he asked.
"Magic," Draco whispered, then he pulled on Harry's arm, trying to bring him closer still.
Harry moved closer to Draco and pressed against him. "I figured that much," he said.
"Good," Draco sighed, arm wrapping around Harry as he relaxed again.
"Do you even know what it was?" Harry asked. "That was weird."
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, barely aware that Harry was talking.
"Well, what then?" Harry asked, giving Draco a little shake.
"Sleepy, Harry," Draco said.
Harry huffed and a few seconds later, yawned. He rolled his eyes, wanting to know what had happened. "Fine, but we're talking about this when we wake up," he said, laying his head on Draco's shoulder.
***
Draco loved waking up with Harry in his arms. Only, he was a bit sore this time. He reached a shaky hand out to smooth hair off Harry's face, smiling at the sleeping man.
Harry let out a snore and moved in his sleep, forming himself to Draco more.
Draco kissed his forehead softly, then his eyes. He loved Harry's face so soft and open like this. Kissing his way down the sleeping man's face, he came to his lips and kissed a little firmer.
Harry began to slowly wake up as Draco kissed him. He shifted around a bit more and then finally opened his eyes, yawning as he did. "Sorry," he said, as he had yawned right in Draco's face.
"Sorry for what, my love?" Draco asked, smiling softly.
"For yawning in your face," Harry said with a snort. He stretched his legs out and then hugged Draco tightly.
"Well, you can make it up to me by kissing me," Draco teased.
Harry smiled and pressed his lips to Draco's, enjoying the soft, simple kiss. He pulled back. "So you're awake now?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," Draco smiled, then looked down his body. "But not too awake, thankfully."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said, clenching the muscles in his arse to test how sore he was. It wasn't too bad, but it did hurt a little. "If you were 'too awake', I'd die." He laughed a little. "Or at least, my arse would."
Draco smirked. "I can think of lots of lovely ways to make it feel better."
Harry shook his head, smiling at Draco as if he couldn't believe him. "I might take you up on that offer later," he said with a smirk of his own. "But for now, I'd like to know what exactly it was that happened."
"And I want some food," Draco said. "So cover up if you like." Then he called for Benedict.
Harry huffed as Draco barely gave him time to cover himself.
Draco insisted on doing Cleaning Spells and waiting for the food before he would talk about what happened. Once he had his tea and some sausages, he looked up at Harry. "So, you were asking what happened to us, right?"
Harry nodded, eating breakfast himself. "What was it?" he asked.
"I am not sure," Draco said cautiously. "I have some ideas. I think it is part of the Ancestral Magic."
"Ancestral Magic of the Manor?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco said between bites, "that's the second time it has essentially pushed us to have sex with its magic."
"Weird," said Harry. "Why would it do that?" He sipped his tea.
"That's the part I haven't figured out," Draco said. "I think it is time I start learning more about the Ancestral Magics in the Manor."
Harry sighed. "How do we go about that?" he asked, thinking it was one more thing to add to his list.
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes at Harry. "I will start where I always start: in the library," he said. "But then I will probably need to go into the lower levels."
Harry ate a piece of toast, thinking. "When was the first time it forced us? The wedding right?"
Draco smirked. "The first time right at the end of the ceremony. After the cake and all the next day, was just us."
Harry laughed. "I know," he said. "We never did figure out why it wouldn't let Snape and your mum leave. Do you think that has anything to do with it?"
"Yes," Draco's forehead wrinkled as he thought about it. "It is definitely doing something. Something that was started in the Offering Room."
"Weird," Harry repeated. "You don't think it's doing anything that could be dangerous, do you?" he asked, suddenly wary.
"That depends on one's definition of dangerous ...." Draco mused, thinking. "It doesn't want to injure or kill the two of us. In fact, it seems very keen on strengthening our Binding Promises."
"Well, what on earth would that establish?" Harry asked. "I was under the impression that they were pretty strong."
"If I knew, I would say so." Draco huffed. "Which is why I need to find out."
Harry nodded. "All right then," he said, finishing the last of his tea. He sighed.