Alluring Lullaby

Authors Note: Many thanks to my beta Shannon for her work on this fic! I'm working on a oneshot for her birhday that will be posted Tuesday (yay) waves to Imagination444 who requested this fic. I hope this lives up to his expectations

Chapter 4

All Draco could think about was Harry.

Over the course of the next two days, Draco was locked in his room, his quarters surrounded by new and powerful wards, making him unable to leave and venture into the wood beyond his house. It was the punishment for disobeying his father and going into the wood for a second time. Draco hadn’t told Lucius about the ring yet, as he still held hope that he would get it back, but knew that would never happen in time if he weren’t permitted to see the Nix again.

He didn’t know what to do. His father would be alerted if Draco tried to leave, but all of his nerve endings were on fire when he thought of the beautiful Nix. Draco thought he might go crazy if he didn’t see him again soon.

A gentle tapping at his window drew his attention. He expected to see an owl, perhaps delivering him his nightly addition of the Prophet, but instead on his window ledge was a small blue bird with a black tuft of feathers on its head.

He went to the window and watched the bird curiously as it tilted its head from side to side and hopped about on the sill. Draco opened the window cautiously and moved out of the way as the bird dove into the room, landing gracefully on Draco’s headboard and chirping a melodic tune.

The song sounded hauntingly familiar and Draco gaped as right before his eyes, the bird shifted from its compact form into that of his enchantingly beautiful Nix. Harry perched on the bedpost for a second and then swung down gracefully to land directly in front of Draco.

The feathers that had covered him in bird form still adorned his body and he was clothed in the brilliant blue pieces, which Draco could now see shimmered a deep green in contrasting light. They draped about the lower part of his body like flowing feather trousers, trailing down to his bare feet. It looked like part of a masquerade costume, and Draco made a mental note to relay the idea to his tailor for future use with his own dress robes.

“You haven’t been to visit me,” the Nix accused at once, looking slightly affronted.

“I’ve been locked here since the last time I visited,” Draco apologized, not wanting to anger or disappoint the lovely creature.

The Nix whirled and swept around Draco like a breeze. “Lucius did seem awfully upset,” he mused in a singsong voice. “Did he spank you?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Draco gaped at the mischievous sprite. “Merlin no, he’s never laid a hand on me.”

Harry chuckled lightly and reached out as if to caress Draco’s face, but hovering just above it. “Would you like me to lay a hand on you?”

Draco blushed furiously, but as he thought of the kiss he shared with the ethereal being just a couple days ago, he could no longer hide his persistent interest in the Nix. His head lolled back and he groaned as Harry’s hand dropped from his cheek and grazed gentle fingertips along Draco’s covered erection.

“Hm, humans are such wanton creatures,” the Nix mused. “Tell me Draco, what are you feeling right now?”

Draco tried to think through the haze of pleasure in order to answer him as Harry’s movements became more precise. He was still fully clothed but hard to bursting and every time the Nix ran his hand over Draco’s groin, stars burst behind his eyelids and a soft moan escaped his lips.

“I want you so bad,” Draco cried.

With a smirk Harry paced around Draco and wrapped his arms around him from behind, slowly removing Draco’s shirt and trousers and pushing him toward the bed. “I would bind you to me if I could, Draco Malfoy,” he sighed.

“Please,” Draco moaned, feeling feathers tickle his bare legs as Harry lowered him onto the bed. He didn’t know what he was thinking, or what he was really asking for, but he craved Harry like he craved air. He wanted to drink deeply from the water sprite and was willing to drown if that’s what it took.

His back arched when Harry trailed sharp fingernails across his bare torso, drifting down to his black silk boxers. Harry frowned at the offending article of clothing and as he ran his hand over it; it vanished, leaving Draco pale and nude in front of the grinning Nix.

“You really are very lovely,” he whispered against Draco’s ear just before gripping his length and stroking him lightly. The friction wasn’t enough for Draco, and he thrust roughly into Harry’s fist.

It made the Nix chuckle but he seemed content to watch Draco’s body writhe beneath his touch. He trailed wet lines with his tongue across Draco’s neck and torso, driving him mad with desire.

Draco yelped as thick green vines grew from his bed frame and lashed him to the mattress. Unable to move, he looked up into Harry’s crystal green eyes in question. “Do you trust me?” Harry asked, and Draco nodded without a second thought.

Harry straddled him and he could feel the feathers dissipating under his weight and watched as they flowed up his body, marking various places on his shoulders and arms. They trailed down to his fingertips and Harry used their downy softness to tease Draco’s nipples into attention. “You shouldn’t,” Harry told him at last, cupping Draco’s face and pulling him into a searing kiss.

The Nix’s hair fell around them both like a curtain, blocking out all light and sound and making it feel as if they were the only two people in the world. Draco wanted to keep his eyes open during the kiss, to absorb every little detail of Harry, but the pleasure rocked him and drove his eyelids closed despite his best efforts.

Draco’s mind fuzzed over as the tastes of Harry mingled with his own need and he found himself trying to press every inch of his body against the watery sprite, but unable to move because of his binds.

“I can taste your desire like a fragrant flower,” Harry purred as he rutted against Draco’s exposed thigh. Draco’s cock jumped at the touch, eliciting a bell like laugh from Harry’s perfectly pink lips.

“You’re just so delicate, I never really realized how fragile a human was until now,” Harry mused. He leaned in and ghosted a kiss across Draco’s brow. “What do you want, Draco?”

“You,” he sobbed, unable to control the thick emotion clogging his mind. “Harry,” he whined. “Please.”

Harry took him then, writhing and moaning with pleasure below him he entered the tight blonde with a languid thrust and Draco nearly passed out from the sensation. He struggled against his bonds, wanting desperately to touch the nymph-like creature as he slid in and out of him.

The pleasure built like a storm, hovering in the gray havens and waiting to break. He felt his eyelids flutter with each new thrust and he imagined their bodies glowing like lightning strikes. With the barest of touches Harry sent him over the edge, and the orgasm hit him like crashing thunder, making his body shudder and making his throat scream out his climax.

Harry quickly followed, his body moving like liquid above Draco as the quivering waves of pressure exploded, making him shiver like a leaf in the breeze. A soft glow emanated from his body, almost exactly as Draco had imagined and a contented sigh escaped his lips.

Moving swiftly above him, Harry banished the vines from Draco’s wrists and slipped quickly yet carefully from Draco’s sated body. Draco immediately pulled the other boy into a kiss, which curled his toes and brought a soft moan of ecstasy. “I love you,” Draco sighed.

Twinkling laughter filled the room and Draco blinked against it. “You cannot love me,” Harry replied, seeming to find some grand joke in Draco’s statement.

“But I do,” he said, and knew at once that his words were true.

Harry shook his head and pushed a lock of blonde hair behind Draco’s ear. “You only think you love me, but you’re mistaken I assure you.”

“How can you say that?” Draco asked, feeling the afterglow slip from his body at Harry’s protests. He backed away, shaking his head in dismay at the haunting creature.

“Because, it’s true. You do not love me, but rather the idea of being free, but if I freed you, than you would quickly find what you thought to be love a sham. I’m not even sure humans have the capacity to truly love,” Harry mused, looking deep in thought.

“You don’t know what I feel, you can’t!” Draco shouted, suddenly furious with the Nix for admonishing his deep and persistent feelings for him. Draco did love him; he could feel it like burning flames in his heart.

“You feel lust toward me, and fondness I’m sure, but your heart is not large enough nor ancient enough to properly love me,” Harry sighed, still smiling, but the smile no longer reached his eyes.

“And you, what do you feel for me, then?” Draco asked, suddenly unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

Harry moved with an unearthly swiftness to Draco’s side and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. “I’m quite fond of you as well, fonder than I have ever been of a human,” he answered.

“You said you wanted to bind me to you,” Draco reminded him. “Why would you say such things if you were only fond of me?”

“I would, but you belong to another, and there is nothing I can do about that. Your names are already merged in the stars and your father will make certain it comes to pass,” the Nix told him, carefully schooling his face into a blank mask.

“I won’t have her,” Draco protested. “I’ll break the stars and deny my father’s wishes, would you have me then?”

Harry shook his head sadly and backed away, back toward the still open window. “I couldn’t.”

“Why?” Draco pleaded. With every minute he spent with Harry, the less he could envision this life he had mapped out for him by his father. He couldn’t imagine Pansy living up to the beauty of the Nix, nor could he share the intense feelings Draco had for him with someone so ordinary.

Moonlight played across his skin as Harry moved closer to the window. He slipped the ring from his finger and tossed it to Draco, who let it fall into his hand. “I cannot keep you, as much as I would like to, Draco,” Harry whispered into the air. “You don’t belong in my world, nor would you last,” he sighed.

“Then be with me in mine,” Draco replied, ignoring the salty tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t begin to explain his sharp and binding attachment to the Nix, but it was stronger and fiercer than anything he had ever experienced before.

Harry shook his head again. “Even now the water calls to me, I cannot be away for long.”

“So, what now?” Draco asked, silent sobs threatening to choke him.

“Now I leave, and you don’t come after me,” he replied, moving ever closer to the window.

“No,” Draco shouted, shaking his head and running toward the window, intending to block Harry’s exit, but the Nix was faster and perched himself lightly on the windowsill before Draco could reach it.

“Draco,” he chastised. “This is for your own good. You’re too affected by my presence, and it’s best for you if I leave now before I cause you more harm.”

Draco fell to his knees in front of the Nix, his head bowed and his body shuddering with sobs. “Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave,” he cried.

There was no answer and when Draco finally found the strength to look up, he found his room entirely devoid of Harry. His whole body shook from the weight of the depression that sank over him, and he sat on the floor, his prone form just a carved out shell left by the Nix. He felt as though the wicked sprite stole his soul away when he left.

So short of a time had they spent together, but it was more potent for Draco than he could have ever imagined. He worried once whether he had the capacity to love someone, if he would ever feel for Pansy what his parents felt for each other.

Now he knew it was well within his depths, but could he muster up the ability to experience it again now that Harry left him so broken and torn.

Would he really never see him again, never touch his glowing body, or taste his sweet lips? Had Harry made love to him for both the first and last time, and could anyone else ever satisfy him after being with the otherworldly creature?

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Harry ghosted through the garden trying his best to ignore the sobbing pleas of Draco above in his room. He normally would have been selfish enough to take the boy and keep him, but he thought better of it. Perhaps he cared enough not to seal the boy to a watery fate, but he wasn’t certain. Perhaps he was already wanting for a new plaything, but the echo of being inside Draco’s body still lingered in his mind and if he admitted it to himself, he would know that he wanted to feel that way again.

Surely the boy was affected more than Harry was, but his leaving Draco also left a small gap inside of the Nix that he had never felt before. Part of him yearned to kiss away Draco’s tears and make promises he would never be able to keep, but the wisdom in his heart told him to leave it be and just go.

Still, though he stayed out of sight and never appeared to him in his favored form, Harry watched over the boy until his bride was expected to arrive.

He felt a twinge of jealousy, which he immediately cast away, every time he thought of the woman who would share Draco’s bed. He desperately wished he could whisk him away into the wood and hold onto him forever, but a mortal’s life is short, and forever to Draco would be such a short time to Harry.

Harry.

He wanted to cast off the name given to him by the lovely boy, but couldn’t will himself to do so, not yet. He would wait until Draco was married and perhaps produced an heir. He would wait until there was no chance that the boy would want to come back to him.

Authors Note: Okay, so last time I gave out Faerie Harry's, so this time I'm giving out Lord Draco's.