Mother Knows Best

Title: Mother Knows Best – Revealing Truths
Author: Lady_Diablo
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.
Warnings: M/M sex
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.



Mother Knows Best
Revealing Truths


One week later, February 28

It had been about a week since Harry had taken Draco into his bed and since then, Harry had done nothing but worry about the inheritance he’d passed through on the eve of the New Year.

He turned the page of Diary of a Mad Potter and kept reading his father’s entries.


September 16, 1542

I find myself quite bored. My true mother and father have long since died but my vampire mother has told me that one day, I, too, shall acquire a mate, just like she and Jacques. Maria is quite beautiful and very well educated, in books and in worldly knowledge. However, she forgets what it is like to not have a mate.

I want a family. I want a son with my unruly hair and my complexion. One who will be tall and strong like me. One to whom I can pass my Blood.

I have lots of sex, with both mortals and vampires, but I cannot make an heir for myself until I have my mate.

At Patriarchal Manor, Jacques has employed several servants, but they are well respected and well regarded. I have made close friends with Jon Evans, the gardener and grounds keeper. He is a very strong and honest man. I am proud of who he is. He assures me that I will find my mate soon and that he or she will be a beautiful creature that I will be proud of and who will make me an heir I can love as myself.

I hope Evans is right. I want her to be as honest as the sky, as beautiful as the starlight, as pure as a lovely new lily, as wonderful as magic.

I am reassured at times, and yet at others, I fear time is going to take my mind and carry it far away.

I hope I am wrong and am blessed with a beautiful mate soon.


Harry turned the page of the old leather-bound journal and stretched slightly. He scratched the back of his neck and returned to devour the words of his father, from so many centuries ago.


May 1587,

I have still no mate. I am thinking about continuing this journal to pass along to my eventual heir, however. It would be a nice tie through the centuries, as if my heir were to live alongside me through these many years. I will teach him everything myself and die to protect him. My heir. My son.


Harry heard a rap at the window and saw an owl hovering there with a letter tied to its leg. He magically unlocked the window and the owl flew in, dropping the letter on his lap and accepting one of Harry’s forgotten shortbread cookies as payment.

Harry dismissed the letter and dove into the journal again. He flipped towards the back of the journal, hoping to catch entries from when his father had met Lily.


August 1616,

Many vampires have been killed in our kingdom lately. Jacques and Maria tried to protect as many of the young vampires as they could. Some of them had only entered their inheritance at the beginning of the year of our Lord, 1616. Jacques has gone slightly mad with the fury he feels towards the people who have done this.

The massacre today killed two of my newest cousins, including one named Donovan, of whom I was rather fond. He was a good man and a better vampire. He was also a very good kisser.

Jacques has drowned in his own power. He owns Patriarchal Manor and keeps it open to the peasants and the other vampire communities. There is an entire floor in the basement that is devoted to a grand treatment of peasants, should they seek refuge here. Refuge here is a very powerful thing. If a man should admit he is in too much trouble to escape it without help, he is a very powerful man, indeed. It takes a lot of courage in this day to admit such a thing.

Now, though, Maria and I have locked the upper floors of Patriarchal Manor to but a few of our closest vampire and mortal relatives. Jacques mutters about the massacre in his crazed sleep, repeating with his raves the words “muggle” and “mudblood.”

I can only presume, given the context in which I have heard the words, that a “muggle” is a person who has adverse reactions to magic and is unable to control it. He mutters that they create evil weapons used to kill people, rather than learning to control their magic to create beauty and peace.

I believe a mudblood is a person who has mud in their blood, presumably a vampire or one of our magic casting kind.

These “muggles” he rambles about are slowly gaining more marks in the Census. I hope we shall not have to take drastic measures to protect either side. I pray that we vampires can keep peace in the mortal world.

If only I knew how.


Harry turned a few more pages and began again to read.


December 1632,

Jacques refers to himself always as Lord Jacques. He has gone delusional with power. Maria and I get very worried of him oftentimes.

We have talked of poisoning him, but I do not know if Maria has the nerves to do it. I will follow our plan with another entry.

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December 1632,

I have poisoned Jacques, and Maria has poisoned herself to be with him. Before she left this world, she gave me Jacques personal journals and was glad to hear that I had already written some volumes of my life. I believe I shall get a trusted friend of mine to open a bank in a nearby village. We shall protect it with our magic and though he is mortal, I know he will protect it through the ages, longer even than I shall live, I do not doubt. His name is Jeremy Gringott. I shall contact him at once.

In the “muggle” world, a man has taken the story of my beloved Jacques and Maria and made it into a ridiculous play! It is called something silly, Romeo and Juliet, I believe. If it doesn’t stand up to my expectations, I plan to kill him.

There are very few people who can still do magic. We are creating a separate world, separate from the non-magical people, while we still have the strength to do so. We have a special hospital, as well as several other places that are special to our magic population. We are trying to make peace with all the magical creatures, goblins, centaurs, unicorns, et cetera, but I do not know if we shall succeed. Some of the people in charge are not well equipped with ambassador skills.

We may need to create a central government soon. There are not many vampires left. I am one of the three in control. I share the power with my very distant aunt, Cleopatra, and my very, very distant grandfather, Marcus. Cleopatra is very beautiful, a gem of the Egyptian empire, and Marcus is a very powerful man. He is the pillar of strength in our world but I fear evil plots against him. I can feel a disturbance in nature.

I hope we find peace and grandfather Marcus is safe for eternity and longer.

I will encourage pure breeding between the magic families. We must keep our magic strong enough to protect ourselves and maintain peace.


Harry rubbed his eyes and shut the book, reopening it almost at the end of the journal.


July 1981,

My mate and I have discussed my ill feelings. I can feel a disturbance in nature again, just as I did with my late Marcus.

I worry someone will try to kill my newborn heir. Lily and I have both agreed to protect our new son, Harry James.

She birthed him in the Matriarchal Chamber at the Patriarchal Manor. Since she was a mortal who had been turned into a vampire, she was fine and childbirth was easy for my beloved.

We have agreed that shall any harm come to young Harry, we will give our lives and our immortality in order to create a strong web around him. Our two immortal threads shall come out of our souls and we shall die. But we shall create a cocoon around our beloved heir and he shall survive until he becomes 20 years old, when he shall reach his inheritance.

Our immortal threads shall no longer protect him once he has reached 20 years, but I pray that he has enough strength himself to protect his life and the life of his mate and heir, whenever they should arrive.

I hope nothing becomes of all this trouble with the Order. This new dark wizard that has risen from nothingness shall be defeated, whether it is by me or by my heir. I can feel it in the future.

However, I also sense great evil and darkness.

Is this what death is like?

Music is the reason I know time still exists. Time is always pushing forward, or else I would feel as if I had returned to the past when my Marcus died.

I feel so lost. My mate will comfort me, but at times, I wish I had my beloved Jacques and Maria to return to. They will forever be in my heart.

My cousins have joined my Order of the Phoenix, too. Phoenix, especially, liked the name, but I did not name it for her. I named it for the creature that is always reborn, even when it dies. They are my favorite delivery birds at the Manor, as well.

Some of my friends from the new school, Hogwarts Wizarding School, have joined as well. Sirius Black has been passed immortality, too, through his father. I hope he reaches his inheritance. He is but a young fledgling right now and he is not a part of the Patriarch Clan. He claims to be the first Heir of the Second Strain. He says he is my cousin by birth.

I love him and I will teach him how to feed and how to control the blood lust. His father has died, he has assured me, and his mother has lost her mind to the world. However, I am not convinced, and I will investigate his claims.

My other friends, Remus Lupin, and Severus Snape, are mortals, but they are good people. Peter Pettigrew dotes on me and I absolutely abhor it and the boy alike, but Remus is a kind soul, and respects Peter’s feelings. All of us love Remus and don’t want to make him upset with us, so we, too, deal with the rat.

I love Sirius and wish we could force his immortality from him early, but I do not know a way, short of a drastic amount of magic and a long time spent in a coma.

This darkness in my mind gets stronger as I write. I hope my friends survive this, another war. I hope my beloved heir will be safe for always. I hope my mate and I are together for eternity.


Harry shut the book, knowing before looking that it was the last entry his father had ever written. Sirius was a vampire? And his father was? Then . . . how had they died?

“But of course,” Harry told himself, “you could be killed, even as an immortal . . .”

The letter resting on the table next to him finally caught his attention and he reached for it. It was from Draco.


Harry,

I am spending a few hours with my mother, but perhaps, could you meet me at St. Mungo’s to pick me up? I would like to return to your Manor, but if you like, you may come to Malfoy Manor instead.

If you are agreeable to getting me, could you owl me back? I will be finished with my visit at 3.

Draco


Harry glanced at the mantle clock and then gasped with surprise. It was 3:04 now!

He grabbed a cloak and Apparated directly into St. Mungo’s lobby, his pajama pants still hanging loosely around his waist, shirtless with dirty hair and an unshaven face. He pulled his cloak on quickly and looked for Draco. He watched as the blond exited the elevator with a sad look on his face.

He watched as Draco’s perfect features twisted into a smile when he saw Harry standing there. He waited as Draco walked with dignity and grace across the lobby.

“Why do you look like you just rolled out of bed, Potter?” Draco teased as he approached Harry.

“I was reading my dad’s journals,” Harry explained before he realized he shouldn’t say anymore. Vampires, especially the Patriarchal clan, weren’t easily accepted among wizards anymore.

“Oh,” Draco said, not noticing Harry’s panicked face. “So where are we going?”

“Patriarchal Manor,” Harry said as he grabbed onto Draco, not noticing Draco’s eyes widening enough to pop out of his head.


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“What’s the name of this place?” Draco asked when they landed back in the ornate bedroom. “Can I explore later?”

Harry realized he must have said something significant to the pureblood. He almost panicked, but he suppressed the explanations he was dying to shout out and met the blond in a kiss to make him forget his train of thought.

When Draco finally pulled away from Harry, he was panting with dilated pupils. He started pulling his clothes off and pushed Harry’s cloak off him, showing him Harry’s perfect abdominals.

“How are you so in shape after being in a coma, Potter?” he groaned as he licked one of the pectorals.

He yanked Harry’s sleep pants down to reveal more muscles and a prominent erection. He purred and rubbed his naked body against Harry’s, clashing their cocks together.

Harry grabbed Draco’s legs and lifted the slighter boy, holding onto his ass as Draco wrapped himself around Harry, legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Draco licked and kissed Harry’s neck and he felt a finger sliding into his anus, with time enough only to wonder where the lubrication had come from.

Harry slid a second finger, and then a third finger into Draco without much time in-between, and proceeded to fuck the blond with his fingers as he walked the two of them to the bench by the window. He pressed Draco against the wall and fucked him harder, listening as Draco keened and called out his name, the name of the manor completely gone from Malfoy’s mind.

Harry grabbed onto Draco’s slender wrists and pinned them above Draco’s head with one of his broad hands while his other guided his cock to Draco’s slickened hole. He pushed in slowly, watching how Draco’s face contorted in need and ecstasy.

With no more warning than he ever gave Draco, he pounded into him, fucking the Slytherin into the wall with a driving shaft. The blond rutted against Harry’s chest and opened his silver grey eyes to watch Harry bite into one of his nipples. He met Harry’s emerald eyes and they both picked up to an even more frenzied pace.

Draco leaned forward and managed to get his arms loose, wrapping them around Harry’s shoulders and biting his neck. Hard.

Harry growled loudly at the bite and grabbed onto Draco, dropping him into the bench in front of the window. He grabbed the two long legs and held them up and open in a large, spread V, and fucked him hard and deep.

Draco reached around him, desperate to have something to hold onto to prolong the moment. He grabbed onto the curtains and pulled on them, surprised when they didn’t come out of the wall.

Harry mumbled some magic and Draco’s arms were tied to the latch that opens the window. He mumbled something else Draco couldn’t hear and it felt like he had tiny feather dusters dancing across his skin. As Harry drove into him a final time, Draco clenched tightly around him and shot come onto the clean and perfect window panes behind him.


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Harry sat naked on his sofa as Draco continued to snooze on the bed. He leafed through Diary of a Mad Potter and wondered how he would tell Draco, or if he even should. He looked over at the clock and saw it was nearing 8 p.m.

He clapped his hands twice quickly and a house elf appeared.

“Yes, my Lord, sir?” she asked.

“Muffy, I need a well prepared dinner for two,” Harry explained with a smile. “I’m thinking about something healthy, maybe some tomato soup or vegetable stew, preferably, and some desert. Chocolate cake with strawberries and cream on the side,” he grinned.

Muffy nodded and asked, “When would my Lord like it, sir?”

“In about an hour, Muffy, thank you, darling,” Harry said, stroking one of his gently protruding fangs. “Can you bring some blood lust to me as soon as you can, though?”

“Yes, of course, my Lord, sir,” Muffy said. She bowed and disappeared with a crack.

Harry marveled at the cellar of the Patriarchal Manor, and how much wine there was but also how much Blood Wine there was, a specially formulated wine that to mortals and non-vampires has no effect other than making them slightly tipsy, while to vampires, it satisfies the overwhelming blood lust without much effect of the alcohol.

Harry fanned the journal’s pages through his fingers again and sighed. “He went through so much history, so much time, yet so . . . so little life.”

Muffy arrived with the food sooner than Harry was expecting and woke Draco, pampering and feeding him until sleep claimed them both once again.


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The next day, March 1

In the morning, Draco woke with Harry’s arm draped possessively over his chest and his mouth against his neck, warm breath giving him chills.

“Harry,” Draco whispered and shook Harry’s arm. The young man behind him stirred slowly, waking up and snuggling closer to Draco’s body.

“I can hear your heart beating,” Harry whispered as he pressed a kiss to the nape of Draco’s neck.

Draco smiled and rolled over to face Harry so their chests barely tickled each other. “What do you want to do today?”

“We should go see Narcissa, if it’s alright with Snape,” Harry said, yawning slightly. “What is the story between Narcissa and Snape?”

“Mmm,” Draco thought as he nestled deeper into Harry’s embrace. “Severus fell in love with her in their second year at Hogwarts and Narcissa loved him back. However, her parents had already arranged a marriage for her, and she decided to ignore him for the rest of schooling, especially because Severus was always getting defended by Lily Evans and mum was crazy jealous.”

“My mother?” Harry asked with a roll of his eyes. “We’re all connected, somehow or another.”

“But after school,” Draco continued, “mum married Lucius and they had me not too much later. In fact, I think I’m why they married. It was around when I was two that Lucius got really crazy, devoting almost all of his time to trying to find the Dark Lord. Mum got lonely and she and Severus started talking again. She apologized for how she had acted in school, and this was, of course, after your mother had been killed, so she didn’t feel as threatened anymore. Without her jealousy and angry at father’s abandonment of us, she slept with Severus just once, and he cried afterward, begging to know why she didn’t choose him.”

Draco shifted to make himself more comfortable and continued.

“They didn’t talk for a few months, both of them trying to figure everything out, and godfather stopped coming around the manor when mum was home. But once, he had just arrived as she was leaving. She was a little late for a spa appointment or else they wouldn’t have seen each other at all. Mum whispered that she was sorry and they hugged before she left for her spa treatment. Godfather got an owl partway through our day in the gardens, this was when I was about six or seven years old, and he left about an hour earlier than he said he would. I can only guess he met mum somewhere. Since then, they’ve always maintained masks of friendly indifference towards each other, but I’ve seen them sneak off into the gardens, squeezing each others hands briefly every once in a while, and things like that. And whenever I had a problem at school, which I was encouraged to have, godfather would be there explaining everything to mum and then they’d disappear off to his chambers for a tea and some friendly talk after ‘all that formal stuff.’”

Harry chuckled and nodded. “Did Lucius ever find out?”

Draco shivered. “Yes. He nearly killed mum.”

“When was that?” Harry asked, stroking Draco’s arm for reassurance that everything was all right in the present time.

“That day on the platform,” Draco said softly. “After we got off the Express. When the Dark Lord appeared, Lucius at his side. He tried to kill mum so I killed him. I think so, at least.”

“Oh,” Harry cooed.

“That day, I felt like you saved me,” Draco said suddenly, staring directly into Harry’s deep green eyes. “I felt like, maybe you had killed him and cast the shielding charm around us that no one could explain. I mean, who else could it have been?”

Harry shrugged, not wanting to talk about the day on the Platform that had left him a vegetable for months. “It could have been you, you know.”

“It was you, then,” Draco said with a soft smile. “Why did you . . . why did you save us?”

Harry shut his eyes and stroked Draco’s hair. “You saw the look in his eyes,” he said. “You know why.”

“He would have killed us without feeling anything but good riddance towards it,” Draco said.

“Exactly.”

Harry extracted himself from the tangle of blankets and Draco and slid out of the bed, stretching briefly, before walking towards a door Draco had just now noticed, placed along the same wall the headboard was against, but away from the windows. The ornate wood of the door blended in with the walls.

Harry pulled the door open and revealed a white marble bathroom, black gauzy curtains in front of a large shower, a smooth and low stone bench near an enormous bathtub in the floor, and a double sink with an extended mirror over it.

Draco’s eyes widened and he followed Harry to the bathroom, a question on his lips. “What did you say the name of this manor was?”


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Less than two weeks later, March 12

Draco cried out, clawing at the tiles of the hospital bathroom. His belly was pressed against the back wall of a stall in the men’s restroom at St. Mungo’s, the tip of his freed cock being rubbed against the icy tiles, creating a delicious sensation.

Harry Potter’s dick was buried to the hilt in his ass, fucking him while he jerked him off and traced the tip of his cock against the tiles.

“I own you, Draco Malfoy,” Harry assured in Draco’s ear as he drove himself into Draco’s prostate with unerring ease. He took his hand off Draco’s erection and slid it up the blond’s chest, under his shirt, to tweak his nipples, pinching and twisting them, as his left hand continued to brace Draco’s body.

Harry’s left leg was on the ground near the toilet, with his right foot perched on the back of the toilet, with Draco’s legs being in similar position, but his right leg was swung over Harry’s right leg, spreading him open. Draco had tried to reach behind him to grab at Harry, but found it much easier to claw at the tiles of the wall.

“Come for me,” Harry whispered in Parstletongue, knowing the former Slytherin ice prince would love the sounds.

Draco moaned low in his throat and came in spurts against the back wall of St. Mungo’s men’s room. His ass clenched around Harry and he could feel himself filling with Harry’s spunk.

Harry slowly pulled out of Draco, helping the blond stand, and the two of them shared languid kisses, their bodies pressed together peacefully, until they heard the door to the restroom open.

“Guess we’d better get a move on to your mum’s room, eh?” Harry asked with a slight wink. He glanced at his watch. 11:47 a.m. “Then again, we still have some time,” he said mischievously.

Draco moaned when he saw Harry’s eyes darken. He knew that look. “Actually, Potter, I think I’m going to go see mum early. Meet me at Fortesque’s at 2:30, will you?”

Harry groaned and turned puppy eyes onto the slightly shorter blond. “Please, baby?” he asked with an adorable pout.

“What, Potter?” Draco asked, his neck pinking as he realized what Harry had called him. He inched around the other wizard and unlocked the stall door.

“Draco,” Harry started slowly, but before he could say anything else, Draco slipped out and ran from the restroom.

Instead of chasing him, Harry assured himself that he would meet Draco at Florean Fortesque’s on time. “In fact,” he told himself, “I should just go wait there now.”

He left the hospital and found a chair outside the ice cream parlor, casting a gentle spell to keep people’s attention off him and to keep anyone other than Draco from bothering him. He adjusted his fedora and opened his father’s journal again.


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“Mum!” Draco wailed as he sank to his knees next to her bed. “Mum, I’m making so many mistakes without you here to guide me.”

Narcissa held onto her soft brown rabbit and her lion and looked peacefully into the distance.

Draco slithered into the chair next to her and put his head on the bed by her hand.

“Mum, do you remember in sixth year when I told you that I thought I loved Harry Potter? And you told me to be careful and to push it aside, and so I did, but now it’s coming back! Mum, I love him, and I’m scared of that. They’re coming back in full swing! I’m absolutely pathetic when I’m around him. I’d do anything for him. Anything he said for me to do. I’m scared, mum. I love him and I’m scared of it.”

He stifled a sob as he lamented, “I wish you were here, mum, so you could tell me what to do. What do I do?”

He let the tears trying to get out fall but choked on them when he felt a hand in his hair. His mother was stroking his hair.

“Mum?”

“Love,” Narcissa said as she smiled and pet his cheek, holding his chin for a moment.

“Love Harry?” he asked.

She smiled broader before she looked over his shoulder, her grin fading into a gentler, sweeter smile, before she slid out of focus again. She handed Draco her stuffed rabbit and he took it, drying his tears on it as he thought about what she had said.

“You mean, I should just love him? Without being scared?” Draco asked shyly.

“It does appear as if that’s what she meant,” Severus suddenly said.

“Godfather!” Draco exclaimed as he tripped over himself to stand up straight with dry eyes. “How long were you there, godfather?”

“Since oh, 11:47, when you still had some time, my child,” Severus said not unkindly. “Don’t be afraid, Draco. To love is to be strong. Don’t be scared of it. Don’t be how I was when I was young.”

Severus walked over to Narcissa’s side and stroked her cheek. “You never know when you might lose it all.”

Draco looked at the depth of sadness in Severus’s eyes as he gazed down at his blonde mother.

“She smiled at me,” Severus said very softly. He sniffed and Draco realized he was seeing his stoic godfather cry for only the second time in his life. “Did you see her smile at me?”

“Have you found her diaries, godfather?”

“I have,” the Potions master said gently. “I have all of them, I believe.”

“Then you know,” Draco said, lying his hand on Snape’s shoulder, before leaving the room to find Harry.

“Yes, I know,” Severus said to the lonely room. “And I love her, too.”


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“Harry?” Draco began after the two of them shared a banana split at Florean Fortesque’s.

“Yeah?”

“Could we go home?” Draco finished shyly. He pushed the remaining melted ice cream in their plastic dish around with his small spoon, waiting for Harry’s answer. He now addressed the Patriarchal Manor simply as home and stopped bothering Harry about how he acquired the mansion.

“That sounds lovely,” Harry said, grabbing a hold of Draco’s hand, before Apparating the two of them to the foyer of Patriarchal Manor.


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Draco had never seen a grander entrance hall than the one unveiled before him. The ceilings were at least as high as in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, decorated ornately with carvings and paintings of many strange looking people, mostly adults that seemed to be in their 20s. The staircase that greeted him was enormous, surely large enough to host a dance solely on the steps. The hall stretched onward on both sides of the front door and he marveled at the mosaic floor, a scene of what appeared to be the creation of the very first magic wand, all made in small tiles. There were several gold and velvet chairs and benches along the wall of the front door and several archways leading to other rooms along the back wall.

He could see a dining hall through the large archway to his left and a ballroom through the one to his right. He ran to the ballroom in awe, guessing that Harry would follow him.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked, seeing the euphoria in Draco’s silver eyes.

The sparkling windows were turned towards him and Draco nodded eagerly. “My mum forced me to get ballroom lessons when I was a child and continue with them throughout Hogwarts, or, she said, I’d never get another Christmas present in my lifetime. When I was young, I believed her, but as I got older, I continued with the lessons because they were enjoyable.”

“Maybe you’ll have to teach me to dance, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said with a smile. He entered the ballroom and held a hand out to Draco. Once Draco slowly placed his hand in his, he pulled the blond into his arms and pulled him deeper into the room. Once they were in the center, Harry stomped once and asked the empty room for “music, please,” and began a vigorous tango with Draco.

Their steps matched and they spun through the room with the ease of practiced partners. The music faded to a stop and Draco asked, an aroused flush on his cheeks, “Where did you learn that, Potter?”

“After the Yule Ball, I decided I better learn to dance,” he grinned. “Hermione and I spent weeks learning. She hasn’t done much dancing or entertaining guests since having her little girl. Would you like to visit any of the other rooms on this floor?”

“How many floors are there?” Draco asked in awe.

“I think there’s only four,” Harry said, his nose scrunched up. “We could also go outside to the gardens, if you’d like.”

“Let’s wait to see the gardens until nighttime, so we can see the stars,” Draco said, feeling overly romantic. “For now, I think I need to see your bedroom.”

Harry raised one eyebrow, smirking lightly. “Oh, really?”

“Oh, really,” Draco said, pulling Harry’s body flush against his, catching his lips in a sweet kiss.


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The two young men, both 18 and in the prime of their sexual lives, had reached a new level with speed and roughness.

Draco was face-down on the large canopy bed in Harry’s bedroom with his hands pinned down, busy pushing his ass up and spreading his legs for Harry’s cock.

Their skin slapped together more than once every second, Harry’s thrusts continuing to pick up speed as Draco howled his assent. The blond’s chest struggled to get enough air as every lungful of air was pushed out of him by the driving shaft behind him.

With no more than a grunt, Harry pulled out of Draco, flipped him onto his back, and forced himself back into the waiting hole, kissing the breath out of his blond lover. His cock was sore with the pressure he was putting behind his thrusts and he was sure if he hadn’t inherited his vampire strength, he’d have torn a muscle by now. He could feel blood leaking out of Draco’s hole, but the blond seemed not to mind, if his shouts were any hint.

The blond was screaming and moaning wantonly as he alternately tried to rut against Harry’s chest and push himself onto Harry’s cock. He found himself gasping in pain and pleasure, the two mingling together to light his senses on fire.

“Oh, Harry, yes, fuck me, yes, yes, own me, I’m yours, Harry, yes!” he babbled as he panted.

“You are mine,” Harry growled, claiming his lips again in a deep kiss. He could feel Draco’s orgasm tightening his anal channel and he grabbed onto Draco’s cock, swiftly tugging him into an abyss.

Draco’s nails dug into Harry’s shoulder blades, raking tiny rivers of free flowing blood, as he screamed his orgasm, riding it out as he arched onto Harry’s cock.

“I love you, Harry,” he rasped as he was coming down from his high. “I’ve loved you for years. For years, Harry.”

Harry’s eyes widened and he bit into the blankets beneath Draco to keep from slashing his neck open and filled Draco with his hot seed.

Draco arched sharply as Harry filled him, feeling a powerful surge of magic pulse through his body. “AHH!” he screamed as his cock shot thin strands of come onto Harry again, just seconds after his first orgasm, the magical surge warming him from head to toes and leaving him shivering.

Harry could smell his blood mingling with Draco’s blood and their semen. He bit his tongue until it bled to keep from scaring the blond with his appetite for his life blood.

“Ianooainoo,” Harry mumbled into the pillow beneath Draco’s head.

“What?” Draco gasped as his body calmed. “You want to what me?”

“I love you, too,” Harry said quickly. It was the truth, but it wasn’t what he had mumbled. He needed Muffy to get some blood wine to him quickly before he sucked every last drop out of Draco. His lust was too strong.

“MUFFY!” Harry shouted. The house elf appeared and saw how haggard Harry looked. She also noticed his fangs extending rapidly and his pupils turning into slits as he hid his face from Draco. She disappeared with a nod and reappeared seconds later with two wine glasses and an unopened bottle of wine.

“Wine for my Lord, master, sir, and my Lord’s love, master,” she said obediently, sending Harry a pointed look.

Draco squeals with delight, realizing that with this old of a mansion, the wine must be absolutely perfect. He looked at the bottle and read the date: 1292.

“Oh, Harry, this will be divine!” he gasped as he tried to sit up.

Harry poured a swig of wine in each glass and the two of them clinked their glasses together, downing the wine quickly.

“Harry, it’s perfect,” Draco said. “Come on, my Lord, give me a bit of your ancient elixir.”

Harry rolled his eyes and nodded, filling both their glasses. He was grateful Draco liked it because he needed to drink more than just a sip. He downed his glass quickly and poured himself another without Draco noticing as the blond was sipping his wine slowly with closed eyes.

His blood lust was slowly abating and he sighed with relief. He set the wine bottle on the table next to the bed and wondered what this new feeling was. This feeling like there was a curtain lifting in the future, revealing sunlight that wasn’t burning him.






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