True Love\'s Kiss

Chapter 5

When Draco passed the wrought-iron
gates knowing he may never enter through them again, he somehow felt relieved.
His only regret was leaving behind his treasure of books in his study and of
course the closest he has ever had to family, the faithful Dipsy.
But as the current head of the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy’s word was law. And
so Draco turned around and looked at his childhood home one last time. As he
turned away from it he bound up his wings once again and fixed his robes. He apparated from in front of the mansion to an empty side street
in Diagon Alley.

After steadying himself from the
disorienting effects of apparation Draco headed
toward Gringotts. Lucius
might have not had the chance to inform the goblins yet to deny Draco access to
the Malfoy vault. However, Draco knew his father was
more vigilant than that. No matter, even if his father had not barred him
access yet, he would not have taken from the family vault anyway, because
unknown to his parents, he acquired a vault of his own right after the war.
Well, it was more of he inherited a vault after the war. Severus Snape had no family to leave whatever fortune he had behind
with. Draco, as his godson, was the closest he had to having his own child, and
as such, upon the death of Severus Snape, Draco
inherited the former headmaster’s vault per the man’s orders to the goblins of Gringotts. The contents of Snape’s
vault were extremely meager in comparison to the Malfoy
family’s vast wealth, but Draco knew it was enough to get him started on a new
life. 

He left the side street and headed
to the goblin bank. When he entered he went straight to the front desk and gave
his key. The head goblin looked at Draco briefly and then took the key. The
creature then rummaged through the stacks of papers and coins on his desk until
he found one document in particular. He perused the paper briefly before he
glanced toward Draco’s direction. Draco, for his part, was slightly confused as
to why the goblin had yet to call Griphook or one of
the other goblins that take wizards and witches down to the vaults. He was even
more confused when the head goblin stared at him for a while after reading
through a document. He was about to make his discomfort known when the head
goblin began to speak.

“Mr. Malfoy,
it seems you have recently become the owner of a couple more vaults.” It took a
while for Draco to fully comprehend what the goblin just said, so he just
stared at the creature until his mind finally made sense of what he just heard.
At first Draco felt confused over who had given him a vault, and then he felt
slight panic over whose name he would hear as the benefactor. The last vault he
inherited was because his godfather died, so he was afraid to know which close
relation died this time around. But even through his anxiety he knew he had no
more close relations to grieve over. And the family friends that came to mind
would not give him their vaults as they had their own heirs to bequeath them
to.

Seeing that Draco was not going to
say anything, the goblin decided to explain things further. “One of the vaults
you received is from a Lord Raleigh Ashford. And the other is from one Giovanni
Alleghretti. They were both turned over to your name
as of last week. Lord Ashford passed away on the Tuesday of last week and Mr. Alleghretti followed suite on the Wednesday. Lord Ashford
named you as his only heir, so not only do you take possession of his vault,
you also acquire other effects of his estate, including a manor in Wiltshire
and another one in Kent, not to mention a few other summer and winter homes. And
as for Mr. Alleghretti, he willed his vault to you
and donated the rest of his estate to various wizarding
orphanages.”

The young man in front of him was
still unresponsive, so the head goblin decided to break through the blonde’s
stupor. “Mr. Malfoy, do you understand the situation?
Do you need further clarification? If so, perhaps one of our
affiliated wizarding barristers might be able to
assist you.”

Feeling embarrassed at being caught
dazed and slightly shocked, Draco tried to immediately recover some of his lost
dignity. He straightened himself up to his new impressive height of over six
feet—and still growing—and  addressed the head goblin in a composed
manner. “I would like to speak to the barristers that drafted each man’s will
if that would be possible. And I would also like to be led to the Snape vault now.”

“Very well, Mr. Malfoy.” The head goblin snapped his fingers and
another goblin showed up beside his high desk. He spoke to the smaller creature
very briefly and addressed Draco once again. “If you would
follow Griphook, Mr. Malfoy.
I will arrange your meeting with the barristers while you are down in your
vault.”

Draco simply nodded at the head
goblin’s statement. He followed Griphook into the mines
and proceeded to the Snape vault. Even in his
slightly dazed state Draco made a note to visit the other two vaults at a later
date.

 

It hade been a couple of hours
already since Harry first woke up from his magical coma. He was sleeping
soundly once again while his friends were speaking to Madame Pomfrey about Harry’s current state of health.

When he first awoke Harry seemed
disoriented and he barely spoke. He kept looking around the room and then his
eyes would wander over his friends’ faces and then he would stare at each one
of them for a while and would not say anything.

“Is he truly alright, Madame Pomfrey? He seems very dazed.” Hermione was the one who
voiced the trio’s concern.

“As far as I have been able to
confirm, Miss Granger, Mr. Potter is physically fit and mentally sound. Perhaps, he is still just too exhausted. It might
take him a couple of days to fully recover and be fully alert and functioning
once again.”

“Will he be able to play Quidditch again soon?”

“Oh, honestly,
Ronald! Harry just wakes up from a coma after a month, and your biggest
concern is if he could play Quidditch immediately.
That is just plain insensitive!”

“Oh, come on, ‘Mione.
I bet Harry is dying to get on a broom again.”

As Hermione and Ron continue to
bicker, Ginny silently watched on, giggling from time to time, and continued to
watch over the sleeping Harry.

 

Harry was sprawled on the black
sheets, his jet black hair fanned out around him and his eyes clenched shut. He
felt cool air touch his moist and heated skin. He was panting heavily and he
felt somewhat lightheaded from the lack of oxygen entering his lungs. There was
an overwhelming scent in the air. It was musky, and spicy, and also somewhat
sweet. Whatever or whoever the source was, Harry knew he wanted to keep
breathing in the scent.

He opened his eyes and he saw that
he had no clothes on. He was lying on a four poster bed in the middle of what
he assumed was a room. Almost all of the space was cast in shadow; Harry was
only able to make out until the foot of the bed. What little light was around
him seemed to just come from nowhere.

Under normal circumstances Harry
would have been anxious over waking up naked in the middle of a dark room he
did not recognize. However, he couldn’t even make himself feel the tiniest bit
of apprehension. Something felt right about being in the room, lying on that
extremely comfortable bed covered in white satin sheets with a silver trim. There
was an abundance of pillows all in either white or varying shades of green and
all delicately trimmed in silver with silver stitching. Upon closer inspection,
Harry noticed that a black comforter was folded up at the bottom of the bed.
The curtains around the bed were partially drawn halfway around the huge
expanse.

Not knowing what else to do, Harry
started searching for some sort of clue around him to at least let him know
where he was. Not even contemplating why he was comfortable just to disregard the
fact that he was naked in a strange place, Harry turned around to examine the
pillows behind him. One small, white decorative pillow was of particular
interest to Harry. It bore an unfamiliar crest. The crest consisted of a green
and black shield-like shape and emblazoned in the middle of it was a silver ‘M’
that almost took up the whole face of the crest. On either side of the crest
there was a winged serpent, which Harry could only assume were dragons. There
were also three pointed shafts behind the shield-like shape, two shafts lying
diagonally and one standing straight up and down between the two with both ends
of all three shafts showing. At the very top was a pair of green serpents
intertwined around each other and wrapped around the top part of the middle
shaft. And towards the bottom of the crest there was a silver banner with green
tips inscribed with the words ‘Sanctimonia Vincet Semper.’ Harry could not
make out the meaning of the Latin inscription but something about the whole
crest itself had a niggling thought springing to life in the back of his mind.

While he was occupied with the
crest Harry did not immediately notice that the meager lighting in the room
gradually became even more nonexistent. As the room became dimmer and dimmer,
Harry eventually was brought out of his thoughts by the soft noise of padding
footsteps. He finally realized that the room around him had gotten even dimmer
and now he could barely even make out the rest of the bed at all. The footsteps
ceased and Harry waited.

“Harry?” a familiar voice sounded
to his right. After a few moments of thought Harry realized it was the same
voice that he had been hearing for a while. He gazed intently toward the
darkness where the voice came from, a strange sort of excitement overcoming him
and making him further forget that he was still lying quite naked on top of the
comfortable bed.

“How are you feeling, Harry?” the
voice queried. Harry felt a rush of pleasure as the stranger’s voice sounded
genuinely concerned. Now that the voice was back he wanted to ask some
questions. For starters, he needed to know why the voice left him in the first
place.

“I’m fine. Why did you disappear?
Are you back for good? Please don’t leave me again.” Harry didn’t understand
why he felt the need to add the last bit, but he didn’t question it. Somehow he
knew the stranger would not mind his request in the least.

“I’m sorry, but I had to leave. I
can’t stay for good yet. I’m sorry. But I will be back soon. Just wait a little
longer. I promise I’ll come back for you.” The stranger’s words caused a tinge
of pain in Harry’s chest but the repentant tone appeased him well enough not to
let the pain bother him too much.

“Will you stay with me for now?”
There was a slight quiver to his voice. He feared that the stranger might
refuse and he knew that somehow the stranger’s refusal would crush him more
than anything else could at the moment.

When no reply came, Harry started
to fret. He tried to peer into the darkness even more intently but he could
make out absolutely nothing. And just as he was about to lose hope over the
stranger keeping him company for a while longer, he heard the soft footfalls
once again. Immediately Harry assumed that the stranger was walking away, and
he almost cried, until he realized that there was an approaching presence. He
was surprised by this as he had never before felt any sort of presence when he
spoke with the voice. He was once again feeling excitement at the thought of
perhaps finally putting a face to his cherished companion.

As the footsteps drew even closer
Harry finally noticed an almost transparent figure, ethereal in its presence,
right by the side of the bed he was facing. The figure was quite tall, a whole
head taller than Harry, maybe even taller. From the breadth of the shoulders
and the defined contours of the bare chest Harry could only assume that the
figure was male. The narrow hips and waist with the well-toned abs were made
even more apparent by the loose, low-cut trousers that encased the stranger’s
endlessly long legs. The trousers also gave Harry a peek at the stranger’s no
doubt v-shaped pelvis. As he continued to inspect the figure in front of him he
couldn’t quite make out whether the boy—for he had no doubt in his mind that
the figure in front of him was only a handful of months older than himself—was
truly pale or if it was only the ethereal quality of the boy’s presence. Harry
didn’t much care as his roaming eyes continued on their merry way as the figure
seemed content to just stand there under his close scrutiny. He noticed
well-muscled arms by the figure’s side and felt satisfied by his observation
that while the figure was well-defined and muscular, he was by no means bulky.
As Harry finally came to his senses and realized what he was doing; his whole
face flared crimson and he quickly averted his eyes from the stranger. He was
horrified to know that while he paid close attention to the stranger’s body not
once had he looked up to see the stranger’s face.

As Harry continued to sit mortified
by his own actions, he instantly looked up when he heard a very quiet chuckle
coming from the stranger’s direction. “I don’t mind you looking, you know.”

When Harry heard those words his
blush intensified to a degree he thought impossible. The stranger continued his
silent chuckle and Harry finally tried to catch a glimpse of the boy’s face
despite his deep embarrassment. He saw that the stranger had hair so light it
was almost white and he had extremely light colored eyes as well. But the
stranger’s hazy presence made it difficult for Harry to even fully make out the
stranger’s appearance, let alone try to identify any sort of familiarity.

The stranger’s amused and open
expression made Harry’s embarrassment slowly ebb away and the hint of fondness
in his eyes made Harry feel inexplicably happy and content. As they continued
to look at each other, Harry felt a smile cross his face and he was glad to
notice that the stranger reciprocated with a tiny smile of his own.

The stranger drew closer to the
bed. He climbed on top and continued to shift until he was lying right next to
Harry. He leaned on his elbow and faced the raven-haired boy. As the figure lay
next to him Harry noticed the silver, roaring dragon on the stranger’s forearm.
Harry reached up and touched it without a thought; he immediately sensed the
stranger tensing despite his lack of actual movement. Harry looked up to the
stranger and smiled to let him know everything was alright. Despite Harry’s
attempt at reassurance, the stranger did not fully relax but he continued to
stay still. Harry traced the roaring dragon and felt the scaly texture. He
continued on to the stranger’s hand until he reached where the stranger’s palm
supported his cheek. Harry felt comfortable to just caress the stranger’s
cheek. He never even considered how the boy might react to his touch. He knew
he was safe with this boy.

As Harry went to trace the boy’s lips,
he felt slight moisture against his fingertips. He noticed that the boy’s
tongue took a quick swipe at his wandering fingers. When Harry looked into the
stranger’s eyes, he noticed they had become darker and the pupil seemed a tad
more elongated. He was mesmerized by those strange eyes. The musky, spicy,
sweet smell from earlier was now stronger and it was emanating from the boy
beside him. Before Harry even noticed, the stranger’s face was immediately
above his own and the stranger’s forearms rested on either side of his head. As
Harry licked his lips because of the other boy’s closeness, the boy’s lips
gently touched his own. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut and he felt elated at the
touch that was so similar to the one he felt right before the voice left the
last time. As the kiss continued, however, Harry started to notice the
differences between this kiss and the previous one.

This time around the lips against
his own felt more insistent, much less hesitant. There was also a tinge of
desperation in this kiss, as if the other boy felt like this might be their
last kiss. As Harry sensed this, he wound his arms around the boy’s neck and
buried his hands in the soft flaxen strands. As the kiss became more urgent,
Harry tightened his hold on the boy’s hair and both of them let out muffled
groans. Harry felt something slick and moist swipe at the seam of his lips and
knew it was the other boy’s tongue asking to gain entrance. Harry hesitated
until he gasped after the boy gave a light nip to his bottom lip. “Aahhh…” Immediately Harry felt the other boy’s tongue
exploring every crevice of his mouth until it settled for intertwining with
Harry’s own tongue, trying to engage him in the other boy’s sensual play. Gradually
Harry started to respond and tried to take control of their heated kiss, but
the other boy easily dominated the kiss and left Harry moaning beneath him and
desperate for breath. As the kiss intensified, Harry felt simultaneous soft
touches to his collarbone and his chest. He felt the other boy’s wandering
fingers trace patterns on his skin. “Mmmnn…” Harry
let out another muffled groan when the boy’s fingers found one of his nipples.
The other boy teased the stiff bud with his thumb and continued to try to
devour Harry whole.

When Harry started to feel
light-headed from the sensory overload, he let out a sharp gasp as the other
boy released his lips while pinching his hyper-sensitive nipple. Trying to
regain his breath Harry lay on the bed panting heavily. “Haahhh...haahhh…haahhh…Hahh!” He drew a
sharp intake of breath as he felt teeth graze the skin of his neck. The other
boy left light nips on Harry’s jaw and neck and licked the juncture between
shoulder and neck. Harry tilted his head to give the other boy easier access
and butterfly kisses traced Harry’s collarbone and shoulder and he felt the
other boy sucking and licking his skin every now and then. The other boy went
back to the juncture and bit down harder and Harry gasped sharply and clenched
his fists tighter on the other boy’s hair. As Harry did so he heard the boy
groan against his skin before laving the bite with his tongue to soothe it. Harry
knew it would leave a mark and relished the thought. The other boy’s lips
continued to travel down until they reached Harry’s nipple and Harry let out a
loud moan as those lips engulfed the stiff peak while the boy’s fingers pinched
the other.

Harry felt the boy shift on the bed
and he opened his eyes to see. The other boy was now on all fours leaning over
Harry. He saw those strange silver eyes looking up at him with burning
intensity as the boy’s lips moved across Harry’s chest to engulf his other
nipple. He could not look away from those eyes until he felt one of the boy’s
hands wander even lower to grasp Harry’s already steel stiff length. Harry
broke contact with those eyes as he clenched his own eyes and threw his head
back as his body arched slightly off the bed. He heard the slick sound of the
other boy’s lips releasing his nipple and felt those lips continue to travel
down the path the boy’s hands had already gone, leaving small love bites on
Harry’s chest as he went. The boy’s hand had a firm grasp of Harry’s prick and
started to caress the stiff organ, tracing the head and teasing Harry’s slit
with his thumb while his other hand fondled Harry’s sac. The slowly descending
kisses and the gifted hands left Harry a writhing, moaning mass of flesh spread
out sinfully on the spacious bed. “Ahh…Ahh…Hahhh…Mmnnn…Ahh!”

Harry felt the other boy shift once
more and now the boy was lying on top of Harry as he continued to kiss further
down on Harry’s torso. He reached Harry’s belly and delivered little nips,
leaving behind a few more small love bites. He licked around Harry’s navel and
dipped his tongue inside. Harry let out another moan and arched off the bed
again.

The boy continued to kiss down on
Harry’s body until Harry felt a velvety slickness touch the tip of his manhood.
Harry let out another sharp gasp as the other boy’s tongue continued to lave
the tip of Harry’s prick, all the while teasing the slit with the tip of his
tongue. Harry’s prick started leaking precum and his
temperature was rising considerably. He felt overheated and over sensitized. Each
touch of the boy’s tongue sent a shudder up Harry’s spine and elicited small
moans. Not used to hearing himself sound so wanton,
Harry removed one of his fisted hands from the boy’s head to muffle all the
noises he made as the other boy continued with his sensual assault on Harry’s
inexperienced body. When Harry thought the sensations could not be any more
overwhelming the boy engulfed his whole length insider his warm, moist cavern. “Aaahhnn!” Harry barely managed to
cover up his scream and the boy groaned against Harry’s prick as Harry’s hold
on his hair briefly tightened. Harry wanted to feel more of the delicious
warmth and tried to arch off the bed but the boy’s hands were suddenly on his
hips, holding him down. Harry let out a frustrated groan and he felt the boy
chuckle while starting to bob his head up and down on Harry’s prick. The
sensation caused Harry to shudder once again and the motion left him panting
heavily as he thrashed his head from side to side, moaning endlessly from the
pleasure.

Harry felt the other boy release
his length and a tongue started licking around his sac and licking the
underside of Harry’s prick from base to tip. Those lips engulfed only the tip
of Harry’s length and sucked vigorously. Harry let out another barely concealed
scream. The boy released his tip with a loud, wet pop and Harry felt the trail
of saliva lingering on his prick and mixing with his continuously leaking precum. As he felt little nips on his sac, Harry felt a
tightening in his nether regions gradually increase. And the other boy
continued to lick and suck around Harry’s prick.

“Wai-Wait…st-st-stop…I-I…” Harry was
struggling for coherency as he continued to writhe and thrash on the bed. He
felt so hot and he was sweating so much. The musky, spicy, sweet smell he
initially noticed had intensified a thousand fold. He was trying to use his
hold on the boy’s head to coax him off of Harry’s manhood. But the boy was not
to be deterred. Harry continued to try to make his protests known. He didn’t
know if the boy would appreciate a mouthful of cum. “St-St-Stop…I-I gotta…” The boy still would not release his hold on Harry
and Harry’s own control was close to bursting. Harry opened his eyes to implore
the other boy one last time. As his gaze met with those
intensely captivating eyes Harry felt frozen once again. As he opened
his mouth to speak, the boy gave one particularly hard suck on Harry’s manhood
and the dam that was Harry’s control was overwhelmed by the force of his
pleasure. “I-I…Ahh…AHH…AAAHHH!!”

 

Harry’s eyes burst open and he shot
up in his small bed. His harsh breathing was the only sound in the dark and
empty infirmary. As he turned to the muggle watch
lying on one of the side tables by his bed, he noticed it was just approaching
dawn.

He tried to calm down his rapidly
beating heart and tried to slow his erratic breathing. As he was finally
succeeding, he remembered bits and pieces of his vivid dream and felt a heavy
blush bloom on his face. Try as he might he could not forget the other boy’s
touches and the pleasure brought about by his loving attention toward Harry’s
body. And of course, Harry could no more forget his unbelievably wanton
reception of the other boy’s advances. He felt his body heating up and there
was a stirring of his lower anatomy but he forced his body to calm down, with
only minimal success as some highlights from his graphic dream were playing on
a slideshow in his mind. One thing that Harry did actually want to remember,
however, was the other boy’s face, but he could no more remember that than he
could forget their sensual tryst.

 

In a flat a few blocks away from Diagon Alley, Draco Malfoy sat in
his bed panting from his aggravatingly arousing dream of one Harry Potter. As
he sat there trying to calm his desire-laden body down, his mind kept showing
him the dream from beginning to end. It felt so real. If only I could really have you, Potter. NO! What the bloody hell am I
thinking?! There’s no way I’m attracted to scarhead!

Draco turned to look out the window
beside his bed and noticed that it was almost dawn. Another wonderful night of barely any sleep…As he realized his
excited body refused to let him go back to sleep, he opted for going into the
bathroom to take a cold shower.