Of Unicorns and Men

Chapter Four

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As the waning moon entered its final phase before beginning anew, Harry Potter realized he had not been this frustrated or peevish since the months leading up to his wedding.



The Weasley clan may have been considered blood traitors, but that didn’t mean they had abandoned all wizarding traditions. When he and Ginny had gotten back together, shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts, he found out fairly soon that she had intended on remaining a virgin until she was properly married. She was more than happy to give hand jobs and blowjobs or to receive almost anything he was willing to do, but she was not willing for him to sink anything into her pleasures of sweet delight. That was off limits. Then, about four months before their actual wedding, she severed almost all sexual contact. A family member, preferably a brother or parent, had to be present whenever they were together. By his wedding day, Harry was climbing the walls, snapping at everyone around him.



So, here sat Harry, the day of the new moon phase, and the last person he had in his office, Eugenia, one of his senior Aurors, said it would be best for everyone if Harry kept to himself or took the afternoon off before his night assignment and got properly shagged. He growled at her mocking comment.



Harry knew she had a point. The day after his last visit to Hogwarts, Harry set a date with Liam, but he found he no longer had any desire for his casual lover. It was as if Scorpius had infused upon him a salve, which made Harry completely faithful to him. He was completely sincere when he said Scorpius was too alluring. The man was positively intoxicating. He could still feel the heat coming from those smoldering eyes, and he desperately wanted to face it, willing to respond to it, and let it utterly devour him. Every time he would start kissing or touching Liam, it felt all wrong. Liam’s hands were still firm, but the feel of them on Harry’s skin was abrasive, almost stinging. His kisses were just as soft and talented, but he tasted pungent and bitter. Scorpius Malfoy had definitely done something to him that caused Harry to be devoted only to him.



In the end, Harry staved off, saying he was tired and that they should try getting together later, but the results were the same. After that, Harry suggested they take some time off and start seeing others. He knew it was a callous thing to do, but he would rather leave Liam now, rather than trying to see them both and being faithful to neither.



In addition to his sexual frustrations, Harry still had another set of troubles keeping him on edge. The little bit of vital information Hagrid provided about what the poacher had said to Scorpius was rather disturbing. He had done a search of all persons who had possibly held a grudge against Scorpius or the Malfoy family but couldn’t find someone who wanted to do any of them bodily harm. Despite his perceptions of Draco, Lucius, and the Malfoys in general, they were respected within the wizarding community for, if nothing else, their philanthropic involvements. They may have been an arrogant, rich family, but they weren’t tightfisted.



All his attempts to find this killer turned up one dead end after another. Tonight was the new moon, and Harry instincts told him the poacher would strike again. Harry would be there to catch him. This was still considered a small time criminal case, otherwise Scorpius or the Headmistress would have gone to the Aurors first instead of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He rationalized his professional thoughts by insisting this poacher wasn’t a danger to humans or else they would be committing more profitable crimes instead.



He had reported his initial thoughts about the overnight watch, minus Hagrid’s comment, to Kingsley, who agreed with Harry’s assessment. If Harry had been completely professional about the situation, he would have ordered additional Aurors, but doing the right thing was quickly becoming difficult to do.



Harry coveted the thought of spending time with Scorpius alone. He knew, though, that he would have to wait, that he should wait to touch Scorpius again. He was Harry Potter. He knew what was the right thing to do. He just hoped he would do it.



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Late afternoon, as the sun was descending, Harry knocked on Scorpius’ cabin door. Scorpius asked him in, but Harry refused; it was too much temptation.



They had decided to meet a few of hours before sunset to make their way to the corral, cast wards a few hundred yards around it. These wards would stay in place over the next few days. They would then set up a base site outside it where they could alternate between patrolling around the perimeter and resting.



For their own campsite, they would set up a series of spells, nearly identical to the ones Harry had used when he had been hunting Horcruxes. These would be ones that would have to be taken down every morning and replaced nightly after they set up camp. The campsite was set up in the open air with beds, which were transfigured dead logs. Harry had decided against using a tent as it would hinder his sight or ability to move quickly incase there was an attack.



As they were eating around the evening fire, they heard a noise coming out of the forest. Harry had his wand drawn as he went to investigate. Out of the darkness came the mourning stallion. He was regaining some of his health, some weight, and some of the radiant white of his coat had returned.



He came up behind Scorpius, nudging him a few times to get his undivided attention. Apparently, the wards and other spells didn’t affect unicorns, Harry noted.



“Cut it out, Balisong. Can’t you see I’m trying to eat?” Scorpius gently laughed as he scolded the unicorn for causing him to drop some of his meal. The unicorn took advantage of the fallen bread and began eating it off the ground. Scorpius petted the animal as it ate. Harry sensed a feeling of contentment and peace coming off the two from such an affectionate display.



“Do you name all the unicorns?” Harry asked.



“No, just the ones special to me. After we saw them, after well – you know; I decided to give him and his foal, Costin, a name. I was hoping if I made them special they would start to recover. Balisong has been slowly improving. I have been amazed at how resilient he is. He has begun to cherish Costin much like his mother would have. He’s not nursing him, of course, but everything else is there,” Scorpius said with a distant look in his eyes as he continued to stroke the unicorn.



After a few more moments in silence, Balisong moved away from Scorpius, and looked keenly at Harry. Harry thought for a moment as if the unicorn were looking him over trying to determine his worth. Then Balisong turned, running off into the forest. The movement was so quick that if Harry had looked away at the wrong time, he would have missed it.



“Unicorns are interesting creatures, aren’t they? Do you think Balisong knows why were here?” Harry asked once they were alone again. He wanted to finish putting things away before Scorpius took the first shift. From his previous night patrols, he knew that most criminal work happened between two and four o’clock in the morning, so he felt comfortable letting Scorpius take the first shift which ended before then.



As he gathered his own plate and cup together, Scorpius said, “I’m not sure. They do have a strong sense of family and loyalty, and they will do almost anything to preserve the blessing before themselves. They’re also very intelligent. Their sense of empathy can tell them things about other animals or even humans that we may not have known otherwise. I just wish there was some way we could better communicate with them. They seem to want to tell us so much.” Scorpius sighed as he got up. “I’ll take the first watch and then come back here. Alright?”



Harry nodded and watched Scorpius head out, away from the firelight into the black dense forest.



Later in the night, Scorpius came back shortly after midnight with Balisong following behind him. The unicorn stopped just inside the trees, waited until he saw Scorpius enter the warded area, and then turned to retreat back into the forest. Harry silently watched him from his bed. He hadn’t been able to sleep much while he waited for Scorpius to return. As he sat up to put on his shoes and began to head out. As he got ready, Harry watched Scorpius take off his boots and prepared for bed. That’s when Scorpius saw Harry move.



“Did you get any sleep at all?” Scorpius asked.



“No, not really, the first night for these things always make me anxious. If it lasts more than a day or two, then I’ll be able to get sleep when I need it. You get some rest and I’ll see you in the morning,” Harry said as he started to make his rounds. He turned and saw Scorpius crawling under his quilts.



Without meaning to, Harry walked back, sat next to Scorpius on the edge of the bed, and tucked Scorpius in as if he were one of his children. Gently, he brushed some of the hair out of Scorpius’ face, leaned down, and then kissed his forehead. Scorpius smiled and leaned up as Harry started to pull away and brought his hand around Harry’s neck to keep him close. “I want a proper kiss,” he said before he softly brushed his lips over Harry’s.



The delicate touch sparked the fire that had been smoldering in Harry. His hands firmly grabbed Scorpius’ shoulders and pushed Scorpius down. His mouth was attacking the other’s lips, forcing them open as his tongue bade entrance. This felt right; Scorpius tasted sweet and good. He wanted to rip off the blankets and tear at the clothes, but he remembered he had a job to do. Before he lost all sense of reason, Harry pulled away from Scorpius with an almost superhuman will.



“I – I need to go out and patrol the area.



“Get some rest and I’ll see you at dawn,” Harry said as he willed himself to walk away from the campsite.



The night had been uneventful. The dark, quiet hours had come and gone without any unusual activity. Harry’s bones and muscles ached from his lack of sleep, and he had a dull headache that consumed the back of his head. He looked to see Scorpius sleeping.



Scorpius had kicked off most of the blankets on him and was lying there sprawled on his bed; his shirt had ridden up, exposing his slightly rippled abdomen and hips. Harry instinctively licked his lips. The view caused his mouth to water from the erotic scenes forming in his mind.



The small part of Harry’s brain that still functioned with ethics and professionalism decided it was a bad idea for him to sit down next to Scorpius; it would be too tempting. He didn’t know if he could trust himself not to begin caressing, then tasting the exposed alabaster skin.



He thought of pulling down Scorpius’ boxers. He thought he could see Scorpius’ semi-erect cock almost nudging out of the opening, exposing the bits of fine, white blond hair he knew would be there. He unconsciously began to take a few steps closer as he imagined wrapping his fingers around that cock and slowly stroking it up and down. Then when Scorpius was fully erect, he’d lower his head, rubbing his mouth over the tip of the cock to moisten his soft lips before kissing it. He would take just the head into his mouth and gently suck while his tongue lapped at the urethra.



“Good Morning, Harry!” Scorpius said, as he looked up to see Harry now standing over his bed. His eyes still held a sleepy look about them as he yawned and twisted his body to stretch before he got up. The movements of his stretching caused his boxers to lower, accidentally exposing some of pubic area while his shirt came up under his armpits.



Harry groaned at the sight. All that glorious, exposed skin was the final kink that broke Harry’s resolve. He quickly sat down on the bed, leaning over to take one of Scorpius’ nipples into his mouth, alternating licking and biting, while his hands started at the ribcage and caressed everything it could before pulling down the boxers. His mouth desperately wanted to keep up as he kissed and licked nipples, navel, and hips.



Scorpius let out a gasp that transformed into a moan as he ran his hands through Harry’s hair, pushing his head further down his body. When he felt Harry take his cock into his mouth, he thrust up into that warm, soft mouth.



“Oh, yes, Harry! Your mouth feels wonderful! Oh! Whatever it is … that you’re doing with your tongue, please do it again…. Merciful heavens… I don’t think… I’m going to be able to … wait … much longer. I’m sorry… your mouth… Oh, Harry… I’m gonna –” and then Scorpius let out a scream as his body tensed. He began to shoot thick, pearly rivulets of come into Harry’s mouth. The jerking of his hips coincided with each spurt until he finally collapsed, boneless, on the bed.


Harry looked up and smiled at Scorpius. His lips were glistening with a mixture of saliva and come. He sat there and took in every blissful nuance across Scorpius’ face. “Good Morning to you, too, Scorpius.”



“Harry, you’re more than welcomed to wish me ‘good morning’ like that anytime you’d like,” Scorpius said as he sat up and gently kissed his lover. His hands once again running through the thick, ebony strands as he pulled Harry on top of him. Harry began to grind his own erection into Scorpius when he felt the magical tremor from movement in the wards.



Even though it was daylight, Harry acted on instinct. He stood up, offsetting Scorpius in the process, with his wand in hand. He made his way to the corral as he felt the disturbance in the outer wards. Before he could see anything, he heard it, the deep barking of a boarhound coming out of the forest in the direction of the school. 


He saw Hagrid coming out of the forest, standing outside the perimeter of pomegranate trees. He was about twenty yards away from the campsite wards.



“Hello, Hagrid, what brings you to this part of the woods this morning?” Harry asked as came out of the wards, surprising Hagrid when he appeared out of nowhere.



“Hello, Harry, I wanted ter see if yeh caught the wizard killin’ the unicorns. Did yeh get him?” Hagrid asked as went to shake Harry’s hand. Hagrid turned and did a small wave as Scorpius came out of the wards shortly thereafter. Harry turned to look at him, feeling mixed emotions.



On the one hand, Harry felt such deep passion and affection for Scorpius. The young man had brought warmth and well – love - back into his life. Harry felt alive; something he hadn’t felt in years. Even though he had only known him for a few weeks, Harry felt he could spend the rest of his life with Scorpius Malfoy. He knew it was an impulsive and foolish thought, but in matters of the heart, he went with his gut instinct.



On the other hand, he needed to maintain his professional composure until this job was done. He had crossed that line, long ago and he felt dreadful about it. If he were honest with himself, he knew he should be replaced. He could go back to the Ministry, this morning, and find someone else to complete this job. That was what he should do, but the part of him that was true knew he wouldn’t do it. It wasn’t the first time, and probably not the last, but once again, Harry Potter let his heart determine his actions.



That evening, as they headed back into the forest to set up camp again, Harry configured the beds while Scorpius got dinner ready. They sat down to eat on the ground next to the fire. The firelight, once again, provided the only light as they waited for the final bit of sunlight to diminish. They had been sitting in an uneasy silence for the past ten minutes when Scorpius finally started to talk.



“Harry, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been strangely distant ever since we – well, ever since this morning,” Scorpius asked, looking up into Harry’s eyes.



“I don’t know what to tell you, Scorpius. Part of me loves what we did this morning and wishes we had gone further. It was both exhilarating and frightening at the same time. You make me feel alive, almost as if I could learn how to love again and to be honest, I didn’t think that would ever happen.



“Part of me knows, though, that I am compromising this case by acting on these feelings instead of waiting. By all rights, I shouldn’t even be here. I should have assigned this case to another Auror a long time ago, but I can’t. I’d get so – I’d get so jealous that I wasn’t able to spend time with you,” Harry said as he looked into those beautiful black orbs, which were surrounded by a thin silver ring.



He felt his throat constrict then, like he had swallowed what bit of pride he had. He had learned, the hard way, that life was too short to wait until tomorrow to tell loved ones how you felt. If something happened and tomorrow never came, where did that leave all the unsaid words?



Scorpius carefully put down his food, crawled around the fire and knelt in front of Harry. He gently took off Harry’s glasses, placed them off to the side so they could be found again, and cupped Harry’s face in his hands, careful to make sure he had the other’s undivided attention.



“Harry, I am so glad you said what you did. You really touched my heart.



“Aside from my friendship with Hagrid, I have never been close to anyone before. I’ve had a few friends, even some I’ve learned things with, but I’ve never felt a real connection before now. With my family’s name and excessive wealth, I always felt undesirable, like a persona non grata. It was just easier to keep to myself, to keep everything inside. They can’t call you names if they can’t see you.



“That’s why I became the groundkeeper here. I felt I could talk with animals easier than I could with humans, especially the unicorns. Because they are empathic, I could convey all my hopes, dreams, and desires without having to fear rejection. I’d hoped to I’d end up like Hagrid, alone, but with really good friends like you,” Scorpius said as the corners of his mouth turned upward. Harry smiled back, putting his hands around Scorpius’ waist.



“But then, when I actually met you, Harry, and we got to know each other, I finally felt as if I could talk to another human being and be my true self. It must be easy for someone as well known as yourself to find people who will listen to you and want to get to know you, but it’s really hard for me. It seems like I can really talk to you,” Scorpius said. He lowered his hands to his lap and began to laugh.



He waited a minute before he continued.



“Except for the times I’ve spoken with you and Hagrid, I’ve probably talked more in the last five minutes than I have in the past five months. I must sound like a girl to you.” He lowered his head as a blush spread across his face.



Harry quickly grabbed Scorpius’ chin and brought it up so he could see into those wonderful eyes. The way the fire reflected in them, dancing in those eyes, rekindled the flame of Harry’s desire.



“Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are. Never. You’re a wonderful person, and I thank the stars that I found you,” Harry said as he leaned in to softly brush his lips against the Scorpius’. He gave quiet, tender kisses, first against Scorpius lips, then the forehead, and then his cheeks before returning to his mouth. In time, they became more forceful, and he couldn’t help but to push Scorpius back to the ground.



“This is becoming a habit,” Scorpius laughed, which was then followed with a sharp breath after Harry began to suck on the part of his neck that joined his shoulder.



“Mmm. Mine,” Harry said as he lifted his head up for a moment before he began unbuttoning Scorpius’ shirt. Halfway down he grew impatient with the Muggle garment and ripped off the remaining buttons, separating the cloth so he could expose the well-defined chest. His mouth began to salivate when he saw the pink nipples contract and turn into pointed nubs, changing from both the increasing passion and the cooling night air.



Harry couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. His mouth watered with the feast laid before him. He couldn’t remember a time when he wanted something so delightfully flawless before. His mouth continued down the journey, tending to each delicate nipple before lapping down the sternum to the wonderful abs. Each lick, each kiss and nibble drew out a gasp, a groan, or a random, senseless word from Scorpius. 

Harry carefully catalogued each reaction: each moan, each whisper, and every muscle twitch. He wanted to spend more time exploring, learning, and sinfully torturing Scorpius. He could picture the younger man bound to his bed, writhing in frustration as Harry teased him to the point of complete incoherency.



Unlike the shirt, Harry’s hands easily removed the jeans, and he quickly pulled them off, tossing them as far as he could. He growled when he saw Scorpius hadn’t worn any boxers underneath. As he lay between the parted legs, he supported his upper body with his hands, resting them on either side of Scorpius’ hips. He looked up at Scorpius’ face to see the beauty contained there.



Scorpius’ face was flushed with arousal that spread down to the middle of his chest. Even though it was a bit chilly out, there was a light sheen of sweat around his face and abdomen. Scorpius was panting when he finally sat up on his elbows to see why Harry had stopped.



Harry was giving him a look that could only be described as predatory lust. His eyes were sheer black and intense as he watched Scorpius sit-up.



“Wha – Why did you stop, Harry? Is there something wrong?” Scorpius asked in confusion.



“Nothing’s wrong, Love. I just wanted to see your reaction when I did this.” And then Harry lowered his head, without losing eye contact, and completely took Scorpius’ erection into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the tip of his cock at the same time.



Scorpius could not hold the eye contact and loudly groaned as his head went back in abandon. His head dropped back to the ground as his hands wandered down his own body, tweaking his nipples as he felt his own skin, increasing his pleasure as Harry worked on his cock. His hands finally finished their journey, once again into Harry’s hair, as he bent his legs at the knees and spread them as wide as they would go. He felt so wanton and desired. He wanted to be spread out, nude, in front of the fire, as if he were some kind of sacrifice to the conquering hero.



Harry could only tell time by the number of Scorpius’ moans or involuntary thrusts into his mouth. Harry slowly forced his mouth off Scorpius’ cock and then lowered it to Scorpius’ chaste canal and began lapping the tightened outer ring.



Scorpius, when he felt the cool night air upon his cock again, tried to force Harry’s warm, wet mouth back, only to moan in delight when he felt where those lips feasted next.



Harry grabbed Scorpius’ legs and pulled them up into the air as he lapped at the orifice and eventually forced his tongue inside. Tasting what could only be described as Scorpius, Harry tried to wiggle his tongue further and further in sensual discovery. It was Scorpius’ final warning that brought Harry around to stop his ceaseless boring.



“Harry! … I never thought… I never knew… oh, the way… the way your tongue feels… how can you… oh, there! So good, Harry… so wonderful! I think… Yes! I think I’m gonna come, Harry… Please! I need to feel you… inside of me… Please, Harry, please, hurry!”



Harry made short work of removing his own khaki shirt and jeans before taking out the lube he had placed in the back pocket, just in case. He tossed his clothes in the direction of Scorpius’ clothing.



As he covered his cock with the scented oil, he couldn’t help but use one and then two fingers to prepare his lover and explore that small rosebud. He alternated scissoring and curling his fingers in and out of the passage.



“Harry … you’re killing me… please, Harry! I need it! I need you!” Scorpius gasped. It was probably the last coherent thing he would say for the rest of the evening.



When he did finally enter Scorpius, Harry felt as if he truly understood the phrase ‘coming home’. This, he was certain, was where he belonged.



Everything felt right – perfect. As Harry developed a gently thrusting in and out, he felt as if he could almost weep from the joy spreading out from his converted heart. This was more than just passion or desire, more than affection. Harry knew, beyond doubt, that this was the kind of love that would last a lifetime. He knew he was blessed to experience it for a second time.



After a few minutes, he realized he wouldn’t last much longer. The flood of emotions coupled with the look of wonder, lust, and even love from Scorpius’ face was too much for Harry. As he began to thrust harder and erratically, he grabbed on to the last piece of clarity he had and wrapped his slickened fingers around Scorpius’ cock. He worked to stroke in pace with his thrusts, wanting them to come together.



After four, firm strokes, Scorpius grabbed Harry’s arms and curled himself into Harry as he shot his load, coating both their chests and necks. He cried out his surrender before he collapsed back on the ground.



Watching his lover come and feeling it from within, Harry couldn’t hold out any longer. He emptied himself into the other man and shook from the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm. His own ass was clenching, trying to push himself deeper into Scorpius never wanting to leave.



As he was panting, his arms desperately wanted to give and collapse on his lover. Before he did that, though, he gently pulled out, watching for any signs of discomfort from Scorpius. More than that, though, he wanted to memorize every detail of Scorpius’ face. He was radiant and gorgeous! As if he had taken into himself some of the beauty and magic the unicorns naturally had. For a moment, the glow Scorpius once had around his head seemed to grow and encompass them both. His eyes were shimmering silver with unseen moonlight was dancing within their depths.



An audible snap of a nearby twig made the hair on Harry’s back stand up and his skin prickle all over with the feel of eminent danger. A chill ran down his spine as he suddenly realized they had forgot to set the nightly campsite wards.



“’ello ‘arry Potter, so glad to see ya. I ‘ope you’re ready to die,” a raspy voice directly behind Harry said as he felt a wand pointed hard against the base of his skull.

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