Coming Home

A/N: Okay…here we go. Chapter Five. The first verse is Harry and then he gets a round of the chorus. The second verse is Draco and then he gets a round of the chorus, too. Draco also gets the last verse, if all goes according to plan. I hope you all like it! ^_^

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(DAY BEFORE THE TRAIN BACK TO HOGWARTS)

Harry lay on his stomach on his bed, thinking. He sighed and rolled over, staring up at the canopy over his head. Life at Grimmauld Place was insane, with Order members running in and out at all hours of the day and night, but it was better than the Christmases he’s spent with the Dursleys. He almost wished he and Draco could have spent the holiday together at Hogwarts, but Draco’s family had wanted him home and the Weasleys, Sirius, and Remus had wanted him with them. So he and his…his what?

Here Harry paused in his thoughts. What were they? Yes, Draco was his Veela and he was Draco’s mate, but what were they? Boyfriends? That sounded so immature and trite when you considered how permanent their relationship was. They weren’t lovers as of yet, so that term didn’t apply. Fiancés? That was a possibility, as a Bonding was the equivalent of a marriage, but Harry wasn’t sure the term equated correctly. Harry sighed again.

“Us.” He said aloud after a few moments of silent debate with himself. “We’re just us.”

Suddenly, the mirror in his hand grew warm. Harry smiled at it and rolled over, smiling down into it. “Hey, Draco.”

Draco smiled up at him from the mirror. “Hey, Harry. Ready to head back to Hogwarts yet?”

Harry chuckled. “Just about. I can’t wait to go home, honestly, but I’ve got to pack up my presents from everyone here still.”

Draco’s blonde head nodded. “Yah, I know what you mean. I miss you.” The Veela smiled sweetly at his mate. “Do you miss me?”

“Of course.” Harry replied. “I miss you every second of every minute of every hour of every day that we’re apart and you know it.”

Draco nodded and they continued to talk for a while. Finally, though, Draco had to go as his mother was calling him. They were going shopping somewhere or other, Draco told the Gryffindor in a rush. They blew each other kisses and waved and said their goodbyes, than Harry’s mirror went dark as Draco set it down.

Harry flopped back down onto his back, tucking his hands behind his head and gazing up at the ceiling. He was glad he’d thought to give Draco one of the mirrors, as talking to Draco through them seemed to be enough to keep the Veela calm, but he couldn’t help worrying. Draco didn’t seem to miss him at all, despite all the times he’d told Harry he did. Draco was very calm and never seemed panicked or worried or anything, which didn’t sound at all like how a Veela was supposed to react to being away from their mate. Was he sure Harry was his mate? Had something happened to change that or to change Draco’s status as an active Veela? Well, he’d see on the train back to Hogwarts, he supposed. With a heavy sigh, Harry climbed off his bed to pack.

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Draco paced his room agitatedly. He’d just returned from his shopping trip with his mom. Actually, they’d only been gone for a little under two hours. That was when Narcissa had thrown her hands up in annoyance and said they were going home because she couldn’t handle her son’s behavior any longer. Draco was in one hell of a state. He was constantly nervous, bordering on sheer panic at all times. It hadn’t been this bad to start out with. No, the first day he’d been home he’d been upset, yes, to be away from his mate, but their conversation through the mirrors had helped calm him.

The first few days he’d been okay as well. He and Harry had talked a couple of times a day and he had stayed relatively calm. Then, plans had interfered. Draco had family dinners and plays and parties to attend and Harry went out with his friends and other Order members. They missed each other a few times with their mirror calls and every day Draco became more and more upset. His fear of losing Harry to someone else grew every day. He knew Harry didn’t know this, as when they spoke through the mirrors everything in him calmed down, but the rest of the time he was a nightmare to be around.

With a groan, Draco threw himself face-down onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He’d never realized before how lucky he was growing up. Sure, he lived in a slightly cold and intimidating mansion with semi-distant parents, but they loved him none-the-less and he’d lacked for nothing. He also hadn’t been obsessed with someone! It was like everything inside him was on-edge and it was slowly driving him insane. He briefly wished everything could just go back to the way it had been before his birthday, when he didn’t have a mate. The thought didn’t last long, however, as the thought of being forever denied the warmth and love and happiness he felt because of his mate wasn’t one the young Veela wished to linger over. He wondered if Harry ever thought of it.

Would Harry still want to be with him when they returned to Hogwarts, or would his mate have changed his mind? He knew Harry said that he missed Draco, but words were easy to say. Draco’s heart ached at the thought of Harry changing his mind and he hoped with everything in him that when they boarded the train tomorrow, Harry would still care for him. He’d just have to wait until tomorrow and see. With a heavy sigh, Draco climbed off his bed to pack.

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Draco stalked out of his compartment and began to open every single compartment on the train as he walked by. Where was Harry? He hadn’t seen him in the station, or on the platform, or since he’d boarded the train. Now the Hogwarts Express was in motion and Draco still couldn’t find his mate. His heart was racing and, though he didn’t know it, his eyes were wild.

He slammed open a compartment and scared a few first years who were vividly recalling the incident with Ginny Weasley in the Great Hall. Draco growled and moved on. He slammed open a compartment containing Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood and growled again. Luna took in the fact that his nails were lengthening to claws and he was shimmering in a way that mean he was bordering on transforming.

“I believe Harry is in the end compartment; the last one on the train.” She said this in her semi-spacey manner. When Draco’s head snapped around to look at her, she nodded sagely. “I heard Hermione say that that’s where he was, anyway. I could be wrong, though.”

Draco flexed his hands and his wings materialized, though his face remained the same. “Thank you.” He said tersely, than ran off down the length of the train, desperate to see Harry again.

He burst into the last compartment, wings flaring and claws fully extended, startling Harry. “Holy shit, Draco!” He gasped, sitting bolt upright. “Are you okay?”

Draco threw back his head and let out another of his keening, bird-like noises. He launched himself onto Harry’s lap and kissed the brunette fiercely. Harry gasped again, than moaned. He brought his hands up and ran then down Draco’s back, whimpering as the Veela’s tongue danced over his. His fingers felt the feathery-down of Draco’s silvered wings and ran over them. The vibrated lightly under Harry’s touch and Draco made a noise almost like a purr.

Without warning, he kissed Harry roughly, tangling his fingers in Harry’s silky hair and crushing their lips together. Harry’s fingers dug into Draco’s shoulders and his whole body felt like it was on fire. He felt the light scrape of claws against his skin as Draco shredded his shirt, then they were gone and those long, slender fingers were dancing over Harry’s bare chest. He groaned as Draco’s mouth moved down his neck and over his shoulders, licking, biting, and sucking as it did so.

“Please…” Harry moaned, dimly registering the sound of the compartment door opening.

Draco lifted his head just long enough to let out a shriek of warning at the other two-thirds of the Gryffindor trio before he went back to what he was doing. Ron and Hermione stared in shock at the display before them. Harry was lying down across the seats in the compartment, his shirt shredded on the floor beside them. Draco had his wings extended and Harry’s hands shifted restlessly from Draco’s skin, to his hair, to his wings and back again. Draco’s mouth was devouring the skin of Harry’s stomach now while his fingers deftly undid the buttons to Harry’s jeans. Neither boy seemed to mind their audience.

“Oh good Merlin!” Hermione said, stunned. “Harry, what are you doing?” Her voice was high and semi-shrill. “Stop it this instant!”

Harry threw his head back as Draco thrust his tongue in and out of Harry’s navel and his eyes focused on Hermione. “Go away.” He gasped at her, arching his hips up as Draco slid a hand down Harry’s jeans and boxers. His eyes crossed and rolled back in his head from the pleasure and he hissed. “Yessss…Draco, more…pleeeassse…”

Draco raised his head briefly from Harry’s stomach and smirked at the stunned Hermione and fascinated – if oddly silent – Ron. “We’re a bit busy here.” He told her politely as he pulled Harry’s jeans and boxers down in one smooth move. Hermione flushed and jerked her gaze away quickly as Draco continued. “We really don’t care if you stay, but it might be better if you didn’t.”

Hermione nodded, still looking at the ceiling. Ron’s gaze was fastened, however, on Draco’s mouth as - in one smooth movement - he wrapped his lips around the head of Harry’s hard cock and swallowed him whole. “Goodbye, Draco.” Hermione said squeakily and she dragged her boyfriend out of the compartment.

~ Ron spent the rest of the trip babbling about how much of a privilege it is to be allowed to watch a Veela pleasure their mate. Hermione spent it trying to erase such images from her mind. ~

Draco pulled back his head, sucking hard, than swallowed Harry’s full length down again. Harry moaned and gasped and writhed under the Veela, feeling like his entire body was on fire and all of the pleasure in the universe was concentrated in his veins; surely no one could feel this good and not die? Just when Harry was about to explode, Draco’s slim fingers circled the base of his cock and squeezed, stopping the orgasm in its tracks.

Harry let out a cry of anguish, tossing his head. Draco, hand still in place, slid up Harry’s body and whispered in his ear. “Is this what you think of when you touch yourself, Harry?” Harry whimpered quietly and he continued. “Do you think of me touching you? Do you imagine my tongue sliding up your cock, my lips wrapping around the head, the warm, wet, suction of my mouth as I swallow you?”

“Yessss…” Harry hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his hips in a futile attempt to find release. “Pleeeassse, Draco…” He whimpered again.

Draco smirked and kissed his Mate gently, then whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you, lying in your bed, touching yourself. I keep trying to imagine what you’ll look like when you climax.”

He released his tight hold on Harry’s cock and squeezed the firm length once, stroking up it slightly. Harry’s eyes flew open, wide and sightless, his mouth forming an “O” though he made no sound. His hips jerked up and he climaxed, his whole body wracked with shudders as all of the pleasure that had been building inside him seemed to multiply a dozen times over in a split-second. It was so intense that, even as his body relaxed, Harry’s mind began to blank out.

As he slipped into oblivion, he heard Draco say, sounding awed. “I tried to imagine how you’d look when you climaxed, but it wasn’t even close. You’re so perfect. My perfect Mate.”

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I've been stuck in this whirlwind
My life's been spinning round my head
Long distance conversations
Make up for me not being there

And now I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope you feel the same
Now I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope things haven't changed
Singin'
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh

I've been locked inside this freight train
Unaware of the normal life I had
Frustration building a foundation
I wrote this song to let you know that I'll be back

And now I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope you feel the same
Now I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope things haven't changed
Screamin'
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh

I hope you feel the same

I can't stop, can't stop thinking
About what you do when you're alone
Let's cut right to the chase girl
Take back the time
Time that we've lost
Time we've lost

I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope you feel the same
Now I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope things haven't changed
Screamin'
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh

I hope you feel the same.

(REPEAT UNTIL FADE OUT)

Coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope you feel the same
Coming home
I'm coming home to you again
I hope things haven’t changed

(REPEAT UNTIL FADEOUT [BACKROUND])

Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh

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A/N: Sooo...that was chapter five. When I finish the next chapter I'll post more. Hope you all liked this and sorry for the long wait. I've been really busy with work! Please remember to rate and review! ~ FA