Close Enough

Ch 37 After

For the next month Harry and Draco woke nearly every morning from a dreamscape that was the club. Many morning’s Draco would wake to find Harry already across the hall in the shower; chuckling to himself when Harry would arrive back in their room only to blush at him bid good morning and leave again. Draco found this action adorable, however the fact that Harry was even embarrassed about what happened between them at the club was unreal to Draco. Harry’s unease with being intimate was certainly putting a damper on Draco’s sex life, and he was beginning to get kind of restless with waiting to bond; you don’t get the reputation of being a Sex-God-of-Slytherin for nothing.
Over the time since the incident at the club, Harry’s friends had been spending less time at the school due to Harry and Draco spending more time together. As it neared Halloween, the only member of the band spending any time at the school for any length of time was Cord; mainly spending time with her father. The mates spent the majority of their free time working on homework together in front of their common room fireplace. Harry and Draco had found a common ground as far as the intimacy of their relationship went; Harry was not ready for anything overly sexual to happen between them, so Draco took over the role of Harry’s friends as his ‘touch buddy’. This allowed Draco to have near continuous ‘hands on’ contact with his mate, something that was almost helping him with not being able to completely bond with him. Almost, due to the fact that the longer the pair spent time together, and the more physical contact they had, the more Draco’s Vampire blood wanted to bond, and needed to feed.
Feeding; Harry had no problem with that however. Draco found quickly that Harry enjoyed when Draco fed on him; enjoyed the odd pain and pleasing closeness of it. Draco also found on a slight experiment that Harry was more receptive to going beyond their routine ‘touching’ when he was feeding. Draco begin feeding; slow bite to the neck on most occasions, an extremely gentle suction only drawing a minimal amount of the delicious blood into his mouth. Mere moments into feeding, Harry would relax into Draco’s arms and begin purring softly; an action that amused Draco, as well as pushed blood more quickly into his mouth. When Harry would relax, Draco would allow his hands to wander over Harry’s body; first over his clothing, then below. Usually by the time Draco was finished feeding, he would have his hand down Harry’s pants, while Harry pressed up into him moaning frantically.

Even with Draco’s near constant company, Harry still missed his friends sometimes. Loki and Lucas had left Hogwarts to go back to their jobs at Sin bartending most every night of the week; Dex was spending increasingly large amounts of time off the school grounds as well after hooking up with an audience member from the Club the night of the show. Cloe had left the next day back to school in the States; while Cord stayed around most of the week getting to know her father again, before spending the rest of the week with Cloe. Harry didn’t blame any of them for having a life outside of Hogwarts and spending time with him, but he still missed them on occasion; waiting for an owl back when he really wanted to talk was quite a bit longer than just walking down the hall for a chat.
Harry would sneak away for a chat with Severus whenever Draco would venture off on one of his ‘peace keeping missions’, also known as attending a ‘former Slytherin’ party. Draco wasn’t in great standing with most of them, mainly due to the fact that most of their parents were locked up on information from Draco’s parents. It seemed that Draco was able to slyly make his way back into their folds however, on the grounds that he had nothing to do with his parents comings and goings and that they had all survived the war so why not make the best of it. Harry would laugh at Draco telling him that he was ‘a Slytherin to the end’.
The meetings with Severus were good for him, it was nice to spend time with a parent figure when he was so completely confused about everything that was happening in his life. Harry had questioned Severus for over an hour about the bond; what was expected of him, was it only the bond that made him want to be around Draco, would his life be normal, what about children. Severus just chuckled, handed Harry a book and a cup of hot chocolate, and sat with him while he read. Even though the book had answered Harry’s questions at the time, Severus knew that Harry would be back with more; and he was the next time he could slip away from Draco.

“Harry?” Draco whispered, shifting his weight a little.
“hmm?” Harry responded, his face still pressed into Draco’s chest.
“Are you awake?” he queried
“No… talking in my sleep…” Harry responded, Draco could feel the smile on his mates face. Draco moved his arms from around Harry and grabbed his shoulders, pushing his mate’s body up off of his own.
“Oh, you’re so funny.” Draco said, smiling.
“I was comfortable you git, put me down.” Harry squirmed in Draco’s grip, “this isn’t very nice on my back you know.” Draco smiled and let Harry fall back on top of his chest, where he immediately snuggled back into Draco’s warmth.
“You know, Halloween is tomorrow.” Draco stated.
“And?” Harry asked, muffled slightly in Draco’s shirt.
“Well, there is the feast, and then a dance.” Draco wrapped his arms tightly around Harry again, “I was hoping that you and I could leave the dance a little early so that we could have some alone time.” He finished, lamely. He feels Harry tense, and begins to rub between his shoulder blades and the small of his back simultaneously. “Not that, when we are both ready, we shall.” Draco waited a moment for Harry to relax, when he did, “I just want to spend some time with you is all. I thought it would be nice. We could always do it before, in the afternoon maybe?” he suggested.
“No, I’ve got something I need to do tomorrow.” Harry said, softly. “After the dance will be fine.” It was Draco’s turn to tense.
“You have something you need to do? What?” Draco asked, curiously.
“Just something I need to do.” Harry answered, cryptically.
“Well can I come with you?” Draco asked, slightly angry now.
“No, I need to do this alone.” came the answer as Harry began to pull away from him, however Draco tightened his arms around his mate.
“I don’t like the idea of you keeping secrets from me, Harry.” Draco growled warningly.
“I am allowed to have private things Draco.” Harry whispered, pulling roughly out of Draco’s arms, “I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll come with you.” Draco said, moving to stand.
“No need, I’m sleeping alone tonight.” Harry called back to him from the hall before he entered the bathroom for his nightly shower.
“What is he keeping from me?!” Draco snarled out loud to himself, as he flopped back on the sofa again, covering his eyes with his arm, “I hate secrets!”

Draco woke to find himself still in the common room. He sighed, as his back complained about the lack of support the sofa had given him. Draco glanced up at the clock on the mantle to find that he had spent the whole night on the stupid thing, it was seven in the morning. He sighed again as he made his way to his bedroom, hoping for an early morning cuddle session with his mate; only to find that his mate was already gone from their room when he arrived there.
Furious. That was the only word fit to describe Draco at that moment. Not only had he spent the whole night on the sofa in the common room, not only was his mate keeping something from him, not only did he miss out on a good morning cuddle, but his mate had left without so much as a goodbye! He paced their room for five minutes, fuming, before focusing in on a plan; dressed and headed toward the potions masters chambers.
When Draco knocked, the door swung open, revealing a fully dressed Potions master with a very confused look on his face, “Draco? What brings you here this early?”
“I was wondering if you knew where Harry was?” Draco asked in a polite, yet short tone.
“Has he gone somewhere?” Severus asked, gesturing Draco through the door.
“Yes, he said he had plans today, and was gone before I got up this morning. He wouldn’t tell me where he was going.” Draco stated huffily, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m sure it is personal then.” Severus replied, stacking some books on his desk. “If he wanted you to know, I’m sure he’d have told you.”
“Sev, he is my mate. I have every right to know where he is going. He didn’t want me to come, and didn’t say goodbye before he left. I mean, that’s just uncalled for! We were getting on so well, and he was being so good.”
“You mean to tell me, that you are angry because Harry wanted something to himself?” Severus questioned, an eyebrow raised, “I can assure you, that Harry is in no danger, and will return in time to accompany you to the feast.”
“So you do know where he is?” Draco accused.
“I have an idea, however it is personal to Harry and if he wants you to know than he shall tell you, not I.” Severus stated firmly. “Now, if you would please excuse me, I have some business to attend to.” With that Severus opened the door and ushered Draco out quickly.
‘he is my mate, and I have a right to know what he is up to. He will tell me, I don’t like secrets.’ Draco muttered to himself as he made his way back to his dorm.

Harry arrived back at his room around lunch; figuring that the rest of the dorm would be in the great hall, he sunk into his bed for a short rest. He curled tightly around his pillow, cursing himself for not being able to sleep the night before, before drifting off into sleep. Before Harry could even completely fall asleep he was brought back to consciousness by arms being wrapped tightly around his chest, and a firm body being pressed up against him.
“My Harry.” Draco’s cool voice ghosted over his ear. Harry pulled slightly at Draco’s arms in an attempt to wriggle out of them.
“Draco, I’m not in the mood. Let go.” Draco chuckled softly into Harry’s ear.
“No. I don’t believe I will. I like you close, where I can keep an eye on you.” Draco snuggled his body close to Harry’s, “I don’t like secrets, especially when they are being kept from me. Now where were you earlier?” Draco nuzzled Harry’s neck, “I tried to use the bond to find you, and you weren’t near. Where did you go?”
“It’s private Draco.” Harry sighed softly, “I’m sorry you don’t like it, but it’s private.” Harry relaxed slightly in Draco’s overly tight and possessive grip. “You can stay with me while I nap if you like.” Harry said softly, with a small yawn.
“I will find out, my Harry.” Draco nuzzled his face in the back of Harry’s neck, breathing deeply the scent of his mate. “Sleep now, I will find out later.” He said softly, before drifting off to sleep along with Harry.