With A Dragon's Heart

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR: The Conclusion part 2


Draco Malfoy never would’ve imagined in his wildest dreams that he would be standing in front of Harry Potter – a naked Harry Potter at that – hearing his one-time rival whisper to him, “Make love to me.”

These last few weeks had been emotionally draining for Draco. From his father and his demented view of ‘love’, to his secret confessions to strangers, to his mother’s love … and now this. The former had been agonizing for him and he still couldn’t believe that all of it might just be in fact over. It had gone on for so long that even the very idea was inconceivable. But there was one thing Draco knew for certain: even though it seemed to be over, the memories and the nightmares would never go away. Never.

“Draco?” a soft voice said, drawing him back to the present. “Did you not hear me?” Harry timidly asked.

The blond’s lips curled into a loving smile. Of course he heard him. He took a half-step towards the apprehensive boy and gently caressed his cheek with his fingertips. He leaned in and his lips grazed over Harry’s.

“Yes,” he breathed. “I did.”

Before Harry could smile, Draco's hand snaked behind his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. Harry gasped into his mouth, actually being surprised at the sudden movement before wrapping his arms around Draco's waist and pulling their bodies together in a tight hold. Draco thread his fingers through the mop of untidy raven-coloured hair whilst the other hand slowly ran up Harry’s spine to his neck then back down, stopping at the curve of his right buttock. Harry panted as he pulled away from the powerful kiss, his head lolling to the side. Draco immediately latched on to the exposed throat, earning another sharp gasp from him. That wonderful sound only encouraged the blond to suck harder and lifted the back of Harry’s thigh to his hip, bringing them that much closer.

“Draco. Please,” Harry rasped as his fingers dug into Draco's back.

The blond pulled away, licking the purpling skin before looking at Harry. Draco grinned at the flushed face.

“Patience, my young Gryffindor friend,” he teased.

Harry tilted his head and scowled, but Draco merely chuckled at the boy and took Harry’s hand, leading him over to the bed. As Harry scurried on top of the duvet, Draco paled as he realised that this would be Harry’s first time with him. It was always Draco who had been on the receiving end between the two of them. Maybe Harry had just said it wrong. Yes that must be it. Nodding to himself, Draco crawled over to Harry and lay down next to him on his side. He propped his head up with his hand whilst the other hand drew invisible circles over Harry’s stomach. Smiling grey eyes met with wide, confused green ones. Draco reached up to Harry’s face and caressed his lower lip with his forefinger.

“What…?”

Draco silenced him by pressing the flat of his finger against Harry’s mouth.

“Shh. Come here,” he whispered, taking Harry by his upper arm and gently led him over his body.

Harry froze. “No.”

The blond furrowed his brows then parted his mouth to reason with him.

“No, Draco,” Harry repeated firmly.

“But, it’s all right, Harry. You don’t…”

“Draco Malfoy, you once wanted me to show you what real love was like, didn’t you?”

The blond nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

“Now I want you to show me.”

Draco blinked but otherwise didn’t move. Harry huffed then grabbed his arm and yanked him on top of him causing Draco to inhale sharply. Harry brushed a fallen hair aside and smiled. After a few minor adjustments, they were lying in a comfortable position with Draco now snug in between Harry’s legs. He looked down at Harry one more time, pleading with his eyes. He didn’t want to hurt him. Scare him. Terrorize him. All of the above.

As if Harry had read his thoughts and not just his expression, Harry smiled warmly. “Its all right, Draco. I trust you,” he murmured.

Draco raised himself to his elbows and gazed longingly into his brilliant emerald eyes. He bent down so he could kiss him.

“Wait,” Harry said.

Draco rose back up, slightly panicking.

Harry smirked. “Silencing charm.”

The blond almost laughed aloud and reached over to his wand lying on the bedside table. He waved it about then sat it back down.

“You never know,” Harry grinned. “I may turn out to be a loud lover.”

Draco snorted. “That’s something I’m sure Snape wouldn’t want to find out.”

Harry giggled then went motionless when Draco gently removed his glasses.

“We wouldn’t want these to break if you turn out to be a wild lover, now would we?”

Harry stilled briefly and for a moment Draco thought he said the wrong thing. It was completely diminished however when Harry pulled him down for another rough kiss. Draco gasped into his mouth. After a good minute of thorough snogging, reluctantly, the blond freed himself.

“Wait. Wait,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

Harry looked up disappointed. Draco shook his head with a soft smile then kissed his nose.

“I’m supposed to show you, remember?” Harry pouted. “Just lie there and be still,” Draco ordered playfully. “If you can that is.”

Before Harry could come back with a teasing retort, Harry cried out as Draco attacked his neck once more. Harry dug his fingers into the blond’s ribs and writhed beneath him, moaning loudly. Obviously, Draco had found a sensitive spot. He sucked harder and didn’t let go even when Harry clenched his legs against Draco's sides and bucked his hips. Yes he had definitely found a sensitive spot. Sensing the boy’s throat had enough torture for the time being, he relaxed his jaw and Harry collapsed into the bed breathing heavily.

“You all right?” Draco asked, afraid that he had pushed him too far.

Harry nodded, mumbling. Draco quietly sighed.

“Keep going,” Harry finally said.

Leaning on one elbow, Draco's free hand traced the contours of Harry’s chest, down to ribcage, then his stomach until pausing just below his navel, licking the spots where his hand had been. Harry’s eyes were loosely closed, concentrating on this gentle embrace. Draco's finger circled around his belly button once then slowly edged down and ran his fingers through the thatch of black hair. Harry held his breath in anticipation.

Draco's hand brushed the top of the hard erection as he slid his hand lower to Harry’s ballsac. He massaged them carefully, letting them roll around in his loose grip. Finally, they rested in the blond’s palm whilst his strong fingertips pressed into the skin just underneath. The pressure gradually deepened, moving in a slow but sure rotation.

“Draco,” Harry murmured. “Please.”

Draco smiled then leaned over Harry’s body, pulled open the bedside table’s drawer and retrieved a jar of lubrication, setting it next to Harry’s side. He dipped in two fingers and scooped up a glob of the slick substance. Draco nudged Harry’s leg to spread wider and Harry obliged greedily. He inhaled sharply as the cold cream touched his cleft and instinctively clinched his cheeks. Draco's fingers froze and looked at him uncertainly.

“No. I’m fine. Really,” Harry whispered reassuringly. “It’s just cold.”

Draco quietly sighed and kept his eyes locked on Harry’s as he liberally coated his crevice, grazing lightly over his opening before setting the jar on the floor. Green eyes widened with a small gasp. Draco stopped again but Harry nodded for him to continue. Not entirely convinced, the blond started pulling his hand back but Harry’s hand quickly covered his and guided him back to his entrance.

“Please, Draco. I really want this. I want you.”

That heartfelt plea filled Draco with such an intense desire that he had to fight the overwhelming urge to devour Harry right then and there. He would have to force himself to be patient. Draco brushed a gentle kiss across Harry’s forehead then reclaimed his lips, relishing in the eager response it had caused.

Draco pressed the tip of his finger against the soft tissue surrounding what he knew was going to be a tight resistance. He deepened the kiss as his finger inched in ever so slowly. Harry moaned his approval into Draco's mouth and lifted his hips to meet the penetrating touch. The blond pushed in further, just beyond the contracted muscle until half of his finger was buried snugly.

“More,” Harry rasped, breaking the kiss.

Draco imbedded his face against Harry’s throat and pushed in, completely sheathing the rest of his finger.

“Yes, Draco. More.”

Draco became lost within Harry’s needy plea and every reason left him. He added another finger and began a steady rhythm, feeling the muscles relaxing with every thrust. At Harry’s insistence, a third digit joined the other two until they slid in and out effortlessly.

“Now,” Harry breathed. “I want you now.”

Draco withdrew his fingers slowly then braced himself on his elbows, aligning himself into position. Harry draped his legs over Draco's waist and linked his ankles together. The prolonged anticipation was almost too unbearable for him so he dug his heels into the curve of the blond’s arse, prompting a surprised gasp from Draco. Harry smiled wickedly till a sudden nudge at his entrance caused his mouth to fall open. Draco smirked playfully then barely nudged again just to watch his eyes widen.

“Are you sure, Harry?” he purred teasingly.

Harry pursed his lips together into a tight grin and yanked Draco down for a hard kiss whilst he pushed with the sides of his feet and the tip of the shaft slid inside. Both them gasped at the same time and they remained absolutely motionless. After the initial shock of explosive sensations, Harry nodded with a small smile and moving at an incredible slow pace, the blond sank in further. Harry’s eyes closed and swore he could feel every vein, every bump and every throb that Draco had to offer. And he needed more.

Draco lowered himself down gradually until his body covered Harry’s. Sliding his arm underneath, he cradled Harry’s shoulders whilst the other arm straightened and his hand cupped Harry's backside. Using his knees as leverage, Draco began pumping in and out, gaining speed with every thrust. Harry's erection was compressed between their wet stomachs and he grounded his hips against Draco, aching for release.

Draco's movements became more precise in hitting the place that he knew would cause Harry to lose control. And lose it he did. Harry cried out and clamped down hard on the blond.

“Draco!” he yelped. “If you don’t start …*gasp* … moving n-now … Now!”

That’s all it took.

Faster than lightening, Draco jumped up and balanced himself on his two splayed hands and slightly parted knees. His back curved and his chest concaved inward as his hips and legs moved as one as he ploughed roughly into Harry. Harry screamed wildly and his spine arched off the bed. He clawed the front of Draco's thighs whilst his legs wrapped themselves tighter around Draco's. Harry’s cock bounced up and down, slapping against his stomach until he gripped it tightly and pumped it and out of his fist. Harry began shaking his head from side to side.

“Fast-... faster…”

Draco picked up speed until he was in a frenzy; moaning, growling and every plunge brought him that much closer to the edge. Harry wasn’t that far behind. He could feel Draco's balls smacking against his arse, matching the rhythm of the merciless thrashings. Harry was in heaven and he didn’t think he could hold out much longer.

Neither did Draco.

“Harry... Harry… I can't…can't…”

He didn’t know if Draco was watching, but Harry furiously nodded, only because he was incapable of speech at the moment. He cried out as the first wave of his orgasm hit him. He had never felt anything like this before. Harry’s body flexed tight and his channel pinched down on Draco. The blond screamed in retaliation and shoved in one last time before his muscles froze – almost suspended in time. They could feel the pulsating warmth fill Harry just as the spastic spurts covered his chest. Both kept coming as if there was no end to it. With one last tremendous rush, their orgasm faded, leaving them both breathless.

Draco's arms wavered slightly, causing him to return to reality. He tried to collapse as gracefully as he could on top of Harry, but failed. With a grunt from Harry, Draco murmured “Sorry”. Harry just heavily chuckled, stroking his drenched back whilst he held Draco tightly between his legs. If only they could stay like this forever.

Harry finally relaxed his grip on Draco and sank bonelessly into the bed. Draco lay exhausted on top of him, his face pressed firmly against his cheek. After a few shaky attempts, he finally eased out of Harry and rolled off of him, landing on his back. The only sound in the room was their unsteady breathing and the pounding of twin hearts. Simultaneously, they took a deep gulp of air, held it, and then released it slowly. They lay there silently for several minutes, trying to come down from their magnificent high. It was Draco who spoke first.

“Fuck, Harry.”

Harry laughed so hard he had to hold his ribs. The blond briefly frowned at him then began laughing as well at the stupidity of his proclamation. Still giggling, Harry rolled over to face him and nuzzled up against his body, draping an arm over Draco's chest. The blond closed his eyes and sighed. This was perfect. Harry was perfect.

Life was perfect.

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Hermione didn’t like keeping secrets. Especially from her friends. So she decided that she had to tell them.

“You said you don’t have a problem with it, Ronald.”

“I don’t,” the redhead squeaked. “It’s just … why him?”

The young witch shifted nervously on her feet and twisted the end of her robe between her fingers, looking away.

“Harry!” Ron shouted and Hermione spun around to see Harry and Draco approaching where they were standing in the abandoned Quidditch field.

“Hey, Ron. Hermione. What's going on?”

Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Ron.

“Hermione has something to tell you,” he blurted out.

Harry looked questioningly at his blushing friend. “Hermione?”

“Uh…well… you see, Harry…”

Draco laughed. “Very articulate, Granger.” He turned to Harry. “What she’s trying to say Potter is…” He whispered the rest in Harry’s ear and Harry paled.

“Snape?” he croaked.

Hermione huffed and placed her fists on her hips. “Yes Severus!” she spat, not realising that she had used his given name.

“S-sev...S-sever…uhhhh.” Ron almost fainted.

“Er…Well. I see,” was all Harry could manage.

“So have the two of you…”

“Draco Malfoy! That is certainly none of your business!”

Draco leaned over to Harry. “That means no,” he whispered.

“It does not!” she shouted, again not realising what she had said.

“You... you have? Uhhhhh….” Ron fainted straight away.

Draco howled with laughter. Hermione blushed from her head to her toes. Harry fainted soon after.

“No we haven’t,” she whispered to the unconscious boys. Draco winked at her. “We haven’t!”

Draco smirked. Things between the four of them – himself not included - was definitely going to be interesting to watch.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Draco Malfoy impatiently paced back and forth in the corridor just outside the room of requirement. Harry and his Aunt Petunia had been in there for well over two hours. He jumped when Harry finally emerged. Harry gave her one last hug before she was escorted back to Dumbledore’s office. She had been crying. They both had been crying.

“We’ll talk later?” she whispered before walking away.

Harry nodded and watched her disappear around a corner, followed closely by Professor Snape. He turned to Draco, wiping his tears away.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked softly.

Harry shook his head slowly.

“Later?”

Harry looked away and nodded. Draco pulled him into a fierce hug.

“Its okay, Harry. It’ll be okay. You’ll see. It’ll just take time.”

Harry nodded again into the blond’s chest.

Draco knew all about what Harry was feeling. He had met with his mother, Narcissa that morning, but he also knew that his forgiveness would be a long time coming and infinitely longer. Harry wasn’t betrayed like Draco was. They embraced each other tighter.

“Come on, Potter. The Slytherin table awaits you.”

Harry snorted through a stuffed up nose.

“Classy, Potter.”

“Thank you, Malfoy.”

“Hey, look on the bright side. We get to watch Snape squirm.”

They both laughed.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“I… I …” I love you.

“Its all right, Harry. You don’t have to say it.”

Harry smiled, relieved.

“Yet,” the blond added.

They laughed again.

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The End
Roedhunt
2006

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