Gilded Soul

Author’s note: This chapter is rated NC-17 for more hot boy on boy action. This has been one of my favorite chapters to write so far, so I hope everyone enjoys it

Chapter 35 Marked

Hermione saw no issues with the magic transference spell that Draco had planned. The Slytherin made Harry agree to run it past her before hand, since Draco had promised to run any and all asinine ideas past her first, and he was pretty sure that this would qualify. Her demand of watching the ritual was quickly turned down however. The idea of marking Harry was highly erotic to Draco, and he didn’t want an audience for it. Hermione tried to argue, but Harry seemed to have his own reasons for not wanting her to be there as well, because he also said ‘no’ in that final way he had of doing lately.

They did promise that they would come get her when things were completed so she didn’t need to worry that something went wrong. She seemed mostly placated and dropped the demand. So with her approval they planned to do the ritual that evening.

The day drug by slowly, after that decision. Draco was eager to get started and couldn’t seem to concentrate on any of his lessons. He and Harry deftly avoided Anthony again, which was getting a little old. The filthy Ravenclaw had started a rumor that Harry had cheated on Draco with him in the beginning, and that was really starting to piss off the Gryffindor. Draco tried to ignore it, but knew that it was best to keep away from Anthony; otherwise he might not be able to control his own anger, and keep Harry’s under control as well.

The lesson changes did not work in their favor however. Not only potions, but several other classes were to use the Great Hall in varying times throughout the day, so even though Harry and Draco kept to a path they were almost certain wouldn’t lead across the Ravenclaw, they were found mistaken. On their way to lunch they ran into him. Literally.

“Oof,” Draco exclaimed, having had the wind knocked out of him by a passing student. He hadn’t even seen who it was but he heard Harry nearly growling and could make a guess. “Goldstein,” Harry shouted.

The lanky Ravenclaw turned around to face off with his former boyfriend. He paced over to stand directly in front of Harry, two of his friends flanking each shoulder. “What do you want, Potter?”

“Where the hell do you get off starting rumors like that when you know I never touched you?” Harry growled.

Anthony looked nonplussed. “What, you never told your precious Malfoy that you cheated on him with me?”

The sly grin on Anthony’s face was immediately wiped off by Draco’s fist. Harry pulled the blonde back slightly, but Draco had a good chunk of Anthony’s robes. The Ravenclaw looked scared, and if Draco’s first punch was any indication, he had every right to be.

Harry squeezed down on Draco’s hand trying to force a calming presence in Draco, knowing full well it didn’t work that way. “You know it’s not true.”

Draco nodded. “I know, but it doesn’t mean this prat should get away with saying so.”

Harry kept pulling and eventually Draco let go of Anthony, making the Ravenclaw stumble back into his friends. Harry was careful not to let go of Draco during the process so that his anger wouldn’t start flaring up too. “Just stay away from us, Goldstein.” Harry spat.

“And keep your mouth shut, too,” Draco added before walking toward the great hall.

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Harry and Draco both narrowly escaped detention for the stunt before lunch. It seemed both Snape and McGonagall agreed that the boy had it coming. Though they didn’t say that in so many words. They let both boys off with a strict lecture about ‘fighting like muggles’ and sent them along their way.

It was finally time, and Draco’s heart was racing. This, in some ways, was more nerve wracking than the first time they had sex. Partly because of the anticipation and partly because it was a more lasting and deeper bond than anything they could do physically together.

Harry led the way into their room, where Hermione had already acquired and left the needed items. Their armchairs had been replaced with a large plush blanket, and they lounged on it in front of the fire momentarily.

“Still think this is a good idea?” Draco asked, his voice a little shakier than he would have liked.

Harry nodded. “You?” Draco answered by disrobing. Harry smiled quirking an eyebrow. “You didn’t say we had to be nude.”

Draco laughed. “We don’t have to be.” Harry nodded, smiling, and followed suit.

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The ritual was fairly simple. They would each draw a symbol on the other’s body, and recite the spell, then a potion would be poured over the drawings, causing them to come alive and making them true marks, just like Voldemort’s. Hermione had prepared the potion earlier that day, and they were set.

They sat crossed legged in front of each other and just stared unblinkingly for several moments. Harry was the first to break the silence. “Did you decide where you want your tattoo to go?” Draco nodded and pointed to his left forearm.

Harry looked confused. “Really, the same place you would get the dark mark?”

Draco shrugged. “It doesn’t have anything to do with that. I needed a place that I could cover if I wanted, but would still be easily accessible with my wand. Not all of us are wandless wonders.”

Harry laughed but the mirth didn't reach his eyes."Are you certain? I feel weird about it."

Draco sighed and thought quickly. "Okay, chest then."

Harry smiled his crooked smile. “Fair enough. I have your design all planned out. Lay down.”

Draco raised an elegant blonde eyebrow and smiled, obligingly lying down on the soft blanket. Harry picked up a quill and dipped it into a pot of dark green living ink. This ink was required to make the potion activate later. Harry traced the feather side of the quill softly along Draco’s skin, making him shudder. He then began to draw a very elaborate dragon on the Slytherin’s chest, carefully keeping it only an outline, so that the flesh of the dragon was Draco’s own pale skin.

The Dragon was curled up, as if sleeping, it’s large leathery wings folded across its body. There was a strangely mischievous look on the dragon’s face, which made him look as though he were only pretending to sleep. It’s long scaly tail curled around Draco’s shoulder and upper arm. Harry finished the tattoo with ink from the pot of silver, marking where the eyes would be. The ink seemed to soak through the dragon’s eyelids into Draco’s skin, and all that was visible was the detailed outline. “My pale dragon,” Harry whispered.

Draco pulled Harry down into a heated kiss, stroking his lips and tongue before letting him go, his messy black hair flopping back into his face.

“Your turn,” Draco said lightly. “Where do you want your tattoo?”

“My back.” Draco looked curiously as him, but he explained. “All I’ll have to do is concentrate on it. I won’t even have to touch it to make it activate.”

Draco nodded. “Lie on your stomach then.”

Harry did, and Draco couldn’t help but watch the dark haired boy stretch out along the blanket. Harry had a magnificent body.

Draco had Hermione procure brushes for his drawing; it would take too long to do with a traditional quill. He mimicked Harry’s movements from earlier and ran the dry brush over Harry’s back, down his spine and down the crack of his arse, making Harry squirm and moan. Draco leaned down and kissed Harry’s pert little arse cheek. “We’ll take care of that soon enough,” he said laughing.

Harry chuckled lowly and Draco continued with his work. He made a large elegant painting of a fiery phoenix on Harry’s back. It’s colors a rich burgundy, red and gold. The wing’s spread across Harry’s back from shoulder to shoulder; it’s head on the nape of his neck. The golden beak he painted open, as if singing a lovely song, and the tail feathers fanned and trailed down onto Harry’s arse. It was a piece of art that Draco designed to accentuate all the sensual bits of his Gryffindor lover. His last adorning mark was the sparkling green gemstone eyes.

Harry was obviously frustrated that he couldn’t see the drawing, which now took up his entire back. He kept trying to angle himself to see it, but could only take in fragments at a time. Finally he transfigured the wardrobe doors into a mirror, so that he could see properly. “Draco, it’s fantastic,” he chocked out, his voice cracking with raw emotion.

“It’s you,” he replied simply, not willing to let himself get just as emotional. “Do you have the spell ready?” Harry nodded. They got into position, Draco with his wand pressed against the phoenix on Harry’s back and Harry with his hand covering the Dragon on Draco’s arm. They said the spell together in soft well-enunciated words. “Vox - ut - Vox , vestri vires es meus vires , EGO sum vestri , quod vos es mei.”

Power tingled through their bodies and seemed to pool in the flesh that held their new body art. The sensation was magnetic and felt like thousands of wings fluttering against their skin. They watched as the ink sunk into their flesh, making permanent art out of the magical ink.

They went back to the blanket and each grabbed a flask of potion. It was a transparent golden color with what appeared to be metal flecks floating inside. Harry tilted his vial back and forth to watch it glisten in the firelight. “Ready?” he asked Draco, still not looking up from the mesmerizing potion. He saw Draco nod out of the corner of his eye. “Are you sure we’re not supposed to drink it?”

Draco laughed. “You’re doubting this now? It’s a little late if we’re making mistakes.”

“True,” Harry agreed with a crooked grin. He uncorked his flask and held it over Draco’s tattoo and slowly dripped the mixture onto his chest. The potion pooled up on his skin like mercury and seemed to take on the shape of the design, not dithering onto his unmarked flesh.

When every bit of it was covered, the metallic fluid glimmered and sank into his flesh, making the whole tattoo a glittery painting for a brief instant.

Draco hissed. “It burns a little,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

“Bad?” Harry asked, immediately concerned for Draco. He should have insisted they try the potion on him first, knowing even as he thought it that Draco wouldn’t have allowed it.

Draco relaxed and shook his head. “It’s already eased up. It just feels very cold now.”

Harry reached out and stroked the spine of the white dragon and winced at the chill in Draco’s flesh. His body reacted immediately though and the Dragon raised it’s head and opened it’s eyes revealing glistening silver orbs. The dragon blinked up at Harry, and he swore it smiled at him, before ruffling its wings lightly and settling back down. The tail flicked lightly from it’s position curled around Draco’s arm, to rest against it’s own body.

“That feels… strange,” Draco said, but a small smile played on his features. He uncorked his own potion and gestured for Harry to lie back down.

Harry complied and felt the cool potion pooling on his back. He could tell when the entire tattoo was covered because he began to feel the distinct burn on his flesh, almost like his skin was being eaten away. If he hadn’t seen it happen to Draco, he would have assumed the art would no longer be there when the potion had finished its work. The pain eased almost immediately though, just as his Slytherin had said. He sat up, now kneeling on the blanket, his back still to Draco.

He could feel the phoenix on his back now, like an extension of himself, like another limb. It was a peculiar sensation at first, like the tingling when your foot went to sleep, but then morphed into something he couldn’t even describe. He felt Draco run his fingers down the breast of the bird and he shuddered. His phoenix also seemed to enjoy the touch of his lover and Harry could distinctly hear a soft twinkling song, which he could feel, came from his tattoo. “Strange,” Harry whispered, echoing Draco’s earlier sentiments.

He felt the bird flex its wings and looked down to see the brilliant feathers trail around his torso. When its wings were fully spanned they reached around to touch Harry’s navel. “It tickles,” he said, laughing. A look at Draco found him watching the bird with awed fascination. His dragon was almost purring and he saw the tattoo on Draco’s chest slink down to his forearm and stretch out to meet Draco’s fingertips, so that it too could feel the phoenix. A flick of a tiny dragon tongue on his neck sent shivers down Harry’s spine. Draco laughed behind him. “He’s licking the tear from the phoenix’s eye.”

Harry was about to laugh, but a jolt went through his entire body. He distantly heard a gasp from the other end of the room, but the feeling in his gut distracted him, making him double over. Draco seemed to be doing the same, but then it subsided as quickly as it had begun.

Harry could feel not only his own phoenix after that, but also Draco’s pale dragon. He thought about the dragon on Draco’s arm and a look over at Draco found his eyes wide. The dragon was curling and uncurling his wings as if readying himself to leap from Draco’s arm onto Harry. Draco petted it absently and the Dragon calmed, at the same time, so did Harry.

It felt it like a cool wind drifting over his heated flesh. It was just like having Draco’s hand in his own. “Can you feel that?”

Draco nodded. “I can also feel the power emanating from your phoenix. It’s… breathtaking.” His hands were on Harry then, whipping him around to face him. He pulled Harry down into a kiss and Draco’s lips were unusually warm. It was as if he had taken Harry’s warmth into himself. Harry pressed himself against his Slytherin and found his entire body to be as warm as his lips.

He felt the bird flutter on his back and then settle serenely as he continued to kiss Draco’s fiery mouth. He could hear cries and moans but had no idea whose lips they were coming from, it could have easily been either or both of them. They fell in a heap, each groping one another as if their life depended on hanging onto the other. Draco moved his hot mouth from Harry’s lips, making a trail of wet heat down his jaw and his neck. He stopped at each nipple, paying them additional attention, and making Harry gasp and writhe.

His trail continued down Harry’s stomach and navel, where his tongued lapped roughly and Harry bucked against him. When he reached the thin trail of black hairs leading lower, he stopped and looked up into Harry’s glistening green eyes. “I want you to feel the way I did when you did this to me,” The words were whispered and seductive and Harry could picture the image of what Draco was referring to in his mind.

The brilliant make up sex. Harry had poured his otherworldly heat from his mouth into Draco’s groin as he sucked him that day. It tore the most elegant screams of pleasure from his pale dragon, and Harry still got hard just thinking of it. All Harry could do was blink at Draco’s request. The Slytherin took it as an ascent and licked the tip of Harry’s cock with his hot tongue.

Harry lost himself in the feel of Draco’s hot liquid tongue on him. It surrounded his cock in expert swirling motions, alternating deftly between sucking and licking. His tongue blazed burning trails across his skin, but what should have hurt, only felt like liquid desire, pooling and building.

His climax came bursting unexpectedly with one last scorching thrust. He was clawing at the floor, trying to catch his breath and the bird on his back was flapping its wings fervently against his skin. A calming wave fell over him and he looked up, through thick back eyelashes to see a pleasant smirk on Draco’s face. His fingers were trailing his tattoo and the dragon on his arm purred and grinned. “I don’t have to use a wand,” Draco said brightly, obviously happy about this new development.

“We’re bonded now,” and even as Harry said it, he knew it was true. They shared everything now.

Draco leaned down and kissed Harry deeply. The Gryffindor could taste himself on Draco’s tongue and he moaned against his mouth. Draco’s eyes opened at the sultry noise and he pulled Harry out of the kiss and flipped him around, bending him over.

He trailed soft fingertips across the painting he had made on his lover’s back. The phoenix reacted at once, cooing softly and rustling its feathers. He centered his own length against Harry’s channel, and with a quick muttered spell from the Gryffindor below him, found it slick and ready. He watched the phoenix as he pushed into Harry, and kept watching it as he thrust, deeper and deeper each time, eliciting the eagerly anticipated noises from Harry.

If he thought Draco’s mouth had been warm, than Draco’s cock must have been a flaming torch. It took his breath away and made him cry out his name over and over. The steady heat and friction nearly sent him over the edge again. It didn’t take long before he felt Draco’s climax, pooling inside of him like liquid magma. Draco’s screams of pleasure were mimicked with a faint roar from his dragon.

Harry’s lips curled into a crooked smile as they fell against one another in a heap, sweaty and panting for breath. “Brilliant,” Draco muttered. Harry could only nod, still at a loss for words. Harry kissed his Slytherin, lingering with his bottom lip between his teeth. “I love you,” he whispered upon letting go.

“I love you, too,” Draco replied with a soft sigh.

It was only then that they heard the quiet, squeaky sigh from the other side of the room. Harry leapt up, immediately placing himself in a protective stance in front of Draco. The phoenix on his back stirred in agitation. He stalked over to the bed and with a slight flick of his fingers, the entire piece of furniture shifted to the far wall, several feet away.

In the place where the bed had just been, in a small, giggly, frizzy heap was Hermione.

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Author’s Note: The spell translates to: Power-to-Power, your strengths are my strengths, I am yours, and you are mine. See my livejournal – username Digitallace for some artwork I made to go along with this story. I recreated both of their tattoos.