The Cat Spirit

The Cat Spirit

Chapter Four: The Memory



Harry knew immediately it was a dream as he saw Draco smiling seductively at him. Knowing it was a dream made it even worse. The knowledge already hurt and in a dream things warp into something else than they’d be in reality. A dream could make the rejection worse or it could make the memory sweeter than it really was. But Harry doubted it would turn out to be better than reality.



He wanted to turn around and run away as Draco steadily neared him in the Great Hall. Everyone was celebrating the victory over Voldemort and nobody would notice if he decided to bolt. Except Draco. The blond would notice. After all he was looking straight at Harry. He knew he couldn’t change anything by running away from the Slytherin Prince in a dream. Harry would still be pregnant when he woke up. He could only hope he’d wake up before…



Draco had reached him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Harry couldn’t remember what the blond had said and the dream didn’t repeat his words. Harry knew he was tired from the fight against Voldemort and thus could not prevent his spirit from taking over his body. The cat took over and submissively followed Draco out of the room. The blond led him to the dungeons and there to the Slytherin dorms. The common room had not changed a bit since Harry last visited the room.



Soon they reached the door leading into Draco’s private rooms. He was the head boy hence the privilege. Harry knew what would happen if he stepped into the room and it wouldn’t be good but his body didn’t listen to reason, following Draco into room. The blond locked the door and put up a silencing spell so they wouldn’t be heard. Harry then decided to make most of it and enjoy himself as long as it lasted. There was no use resisting and getting depressed over it now. At least he would experience it once and treasure it even when it didn’t last.



Draco stripped Harry out of his clothes marvelling the slightly tan skin and muscles from flying on a broom so much. The blond pulled him close taking him into a mind-blowing kiss making his knees weak. Luckily Draco had an arm resting on his lower back and he didn’t fall. Harry was lead towards the bed by the dominating blond.



Draco bit his lip asking for entrance and when he wasn’t given it immediately he bit harder drawing blood from Harry’s lip. Harry let Draco in and the blond thrust his tongue into the moist cavern. Draco’s tongue moved around the unexplored mouth challenging Harry’s tongue into a battle. Harry let the blond win as the need for air grew.



Draco pulled away from the kiss letting the raven take some air admiring his flushed cheeks and bruised lips. Harry was panting hard from the lack of air when Draco suddenly pushed him and he fell on the bed. The blond smirked pleased with himself taking off his own ropes but leaving everything else on. He loosened his tie before crawling on top of Harry. Draco captured Harry’s lips again while stroking his sides to help him relax.



The blond rose for awhile unbuttoning his own shirt and throwing it carelessly to the side. He pecked the side of Harry’s mouth moving to his neck. Draco kissed and licked Harry’s neck enjoying the moans he managed to provoke from the other boy. Harry giggled when Draco’s fingers glided over the ticklish spot of his abdomen and squirmed under him.



Draco harshly grabbed Harry’s aroused flesh between his legs stroking it hastily. Harry’s eyes rolled back because of the intense pleasure the blond was giving him. He arched his back bringing his nipples right under the mouth that attacked the left nipple as Draco leaned over him. Draco nipped and licked the tender flesh and suckled making the nipple erect. He moved onto the other one when he was satisfied with reaction from the first nipple.



Pleased with the stiff nipples Draco moved upwards to kiss Harry murmuring a lubrication charm on the way. Harry squeaked from the sudden unfamiliar feeling in him. He almost screamed when Draco pushed the first finger into his arse but his voice was muffled by Draco’s mouth over his swallowing the scream.



The probing finger felt weird but no longer hurt. Only ached. But Harry could bare it. After all, everything he had gone through in his life had build up his tolerance for pain. And he knew he had to relax and get used to the feeling. Eventually Draco would push in a lot larger limb. Harry was moaning loudly before the blond wiggled in another finger and Harry barely noticed it. Draco never halted the stroking distracting Harry from the pain in his arse.



Harry’s erect member was already leaking when Draco started scissoring his fingers, stretching and pushing in the third and last finger. He searched for the spot inside Harry that would bring him even more pleasure. Harry gave a low, long moan and the blond knew he had found it. Draco kept targeting the spot as he stroked harder on Harry’s erection trying to bring the raven to an orgasm.



It didn’t take long for Harry to release. While Harry was coming down from his high, Draco pulled his fingers out guiding Harry up and on all fours. Taking him from behind should be easier and more comfortable for Harry. The blond wrestled out of his trousers and boxers sighing as his stiff member was released from it‘s confinement. Draco placed the tip of his erect shaft at Harry’s anus and thrust all the way in when Harry was still dazed from his earlier release.



Harry mouth fell open in a silent scream as pain throbbed through his back. Even though he let out no sound Draco stilled and waited for him to get used to the feeling of a pulsing penis inside him. Draco moaned at the feeling of intense pressure around his sensitive member. It was almost painful. The blond found it hard not to move before the raven was ready but inwardly congratulated himself when he managed to halt the thrusting movement.



When the pain finally faded into the background Harry experimentally pushed back impaling himself more on Draco’s cock. The blond took in a harsh breath as the pleasure from the movement coursed through his body. Harry shivered with the bliss of being filled so throughout. Draco took it as a permission to move.



He drew almost all the way out of the raven and swiftly thrust back in. Harry hadn’t been ready for the fast movement and fell forward on the bed. Draco steadied him before continuing thrusting into him. The blond moved steadily watching Harry quiver under him in pleasure.



No words were said as they rocked together. The only noises heard were their moans, pants and heavy breathing. Harry loved it. He loved the feeling of his mate’s cock thrusting into him and the soft noises Draco made. The pleasure he received didn’t matter as long as his mate was enjoying it. Of course enjoying the act himself helped to cope with the upcoming rejection. He knew the blond wouldn’t want him for the rest of their lives. All Harry had, was this moment.



Soon he couldn’t take it anymore and shouted out Draco’s name as he climaxed. The blond groaned as the muscles around his member tightened even more and hissed as he reached his orgasm. Harry’s muscles milked Draco’s semen till the blond pulled out of him collapsing next to him. Harry whimpered at the soreness of his arse trying to calm his breathing.



When he was able to breathe normally Harry looked at the blond who was already asleep. Harry felt his own eyes sag and let the tiredness get the better of him. He fell asleep sleeping peacefully next to his mate. Harry muscles ached and his back hurt but he still dreamed of the impossible. He dreamed of a life with the blond. Harry didn’t let the depression claim him before it was inevitable.



The Harry who knew he was dreaming about the memory prayed he would wake up in his room at the house he was living with Narcissa. But his dream wouldn’t let him wake up. The dream continued despite Harry’s wishes.



The dream Harry stirred but didn’t fully wake up when the blond moved. But when Draco shrieked he sat up quickly.

“WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?!” Draco yelled. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE BEFORE I WAKE UP!”

“But I-” Harry tried to explain he hadn’t known that. Besides he was too tired to move after their wild act.



“GET OUT!” the blond screamed. Harry scrambled out of the bed keeping his back turned towards the blond. He dressed as quickly as he could, trying to hold back the tears . Harry run out of the room finally letting the desperate tears pour out, not looking at the blond and trying to stop shaking.



What he didn’t see as he left was the blond coming down from the frantic panic attack he had gotten when he realised Harry was still in his bed. Harry also missed the despair of loosing him appearing in Draco’s eyes and the single tear that escaped the Slytherin Prince’s ice mask - when his anger wasn‘t counted as an expression. Harry didn’t even see or notice it in his dream of the memory.



Harry started awake sitting up in his bed. He clung to the soft silky sheets surrounding him. He whimpered at the pain in his heart wishing to forget the morning after. Harry rocked back and forth as tears came back again. He cried himself to restless sleep. Luckily he didn’t dream anymore that night.